Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream
Water washing down to river wide
A field of daisies and wild grasses green
Inside my pulsing heart, the blood did plead
That history and myth could take a ride
Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream
Lack of hope conspires to kill our dreams
And memories that lie can be no guide
To fields of daisies and wild grasses green
The silver birches light with sun’s soft beams
In their way, they are discreet disguise.
Through the barbed wire fence, I saw a stream
About the cruelty of human deeds
The library made is shattered and demeaned
Still fields of daisies hold wild grasses green
Few can bear to enter and to read
What the minds of sufferers could mean
Through the barbed wire fence, they saw a stream
While Icarus was falling, unperceived
Farmers tilled their meadows, blithe, deceived
Through the barbed wire fence, we saw a stream
The field of daisies and wild grasses screamed
Silver birches grew near Auschwitz at least in a film I saw
How my heart sings 
Yes, it doesn’t end when the fighting stops.When we were young we didn’t know that.Thanks you so much,Afzal
another powerful poem !
Powerful and so necessary.
Sadly so. That it is necessary for us to write these pieces after having left behind a century of the most evil deeds of men – and yes always almost always men