Poetry about war and peace

A shell pierced the silence of the night and took away the innocent living beings who were sleeping. People who wake up in fear find that dawn has opened its ferocious eyes and its desire is full of fragile bodies. People have become machines that grind meat. Tanks spewed out columns of hatred and ran over mutilated bodies. The thick smoke was mixed with foul blood gas. Countless blood rivers of humble life sleep among the mountains, making the sunset more charming. The human world has become purgatory. When the smoke cleared, people resumed their laughter and forgetting. People left history to books, and everything was calm. But for whom are the blooming flowers beside the crater crying?