At the Dawn of a New Age

War is never the path to peace,

For blades of sorrow carve no release.

We’ve outgrown the ancient lie—

That ruin births a clearer sky.

Ashes whisper, but not of grace;

The earth remembers every trace.

The cries of ages haunt the ground,

Where hatred’s footsteps still resound.

But hear—beyond the clash and scar,

A rising chorus from afar.

Together, hearts begin to weave

A dawn that war cannot conceive.

No banners red with rage or pride,

But hands entwined, arms open wide.

Conflicts fade in love’s embrace,

As light renews this wounded place.

Radiant frequencies of gold,

Stories of unity retold.

Not victory—our prize is whole:

The harmony of every soul.

So stand we now, on morning’s crest,

With peace—not conquest—as our quest.

No longer shall destruction reign—

For love has broken war’s old chain.