These wars will never end

Once upon a time, there used to be stars in the sky.
Now, there's a gaping black hole in the milky way..
There used to be flowers blooming, now tanks are rolling
But flowers will always be there..celebrations, graveyards,
requiems, elegies- from ground to ground--flowers
When a white dove sits on the charred branch of an olive tree
Bidding farewell to civilization...yet generations will go
Inspite of the bombs and guns but nuclear may never give the future
A past and the past a future for history to be written, locked in
The future of what happened before, there maybe no one to write it down.
Because people will die but not all of the people will die, 
There still will be people to execute massacres in this
Circuit of concrete jungle.