My 2nd poem

The war
There's a street without homes.
There's a home without rooms.
There's a room without bed.
There's a bed full of red.

There were people in the street.
There were family with their sweet.
There were children with smiles.
There were everything in their files.

I was here a year ago.
After me somebodies came here I know.
They fought and broke every thing.
They knew what they did bring.

Now another roses in the street grow.
Though they will be killed ,I know.
The people forgot it all before.
How they can see the wisdom in the war.