The Dying Embers of Conflict

A fire rages within the depths of strife,
Where shadows dance with sparks, igniting life.
Saleh al-Arouri’s breath meets its demise,
Yet echoes of his fury will forever rise.

Gone, but not forgotten, his spirit thrives,
In hearts that seek vengeance, for he survives.
Hezbollah’s chief declares with fierce might,
Death’s sting shall be avenged, this very night.

But violence begets violence, the endless cycle ensues,
The price paid in blood, no one can refuse.
A tale of woe and tragedy, the never-ending fight,
Each death a spark that sets the world alight.

In the wake of loss, the seeds of hatred sow,
As dark intentions spread, so the conflict will grow.
But amidst the chaos, a plea for peace is heard,
A voice of reason, a hopeful, whispered word.

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