In poso’s land where once peace was sown down,

Now like a storm tearing our heart apart.

Our homes and lives that had long overgrown,

It left only ashes and a scarred heart.

The burning homes spoke of our broken prides,

Nationalisms fire with each flair.

Every crackling ember, there's fears resides,

Where once was hope, now smolder in the air.

The empty streets were like a ghost town stark,

Echoes of bangs and boom spread wide and far.

Politics and ideologies mark,

A world where identities disappear.