One Last Hope

After the war
I lay on earth
with tattered clothes and black burns.

Sniffing my wounds
A peaceful smell in my blood.

But i am accused of killing the unknown
today my matter similarly unfolds

Now as my life turns up
to greet the open sky
I hear those shrieks
shrieks from the past
shrieks from the present
shrieks that echo death in my ears.

Done with my duty
I beg for harmony in this world
sandman grasps me in turn
a flower withers in sun.