War is hell my little one,
I smell fear in each breath.
Like horses that gallop to battle,
Enraged, by the foul stench of death.
This war has no room for the innocent,
For dreamers in castles of sand,
Young men, from all walk of life
Do the killing, at one mans command.
Slain by the white fire of the gun,
Corpses litter the earth.
In a valley not far from here,
A woman prepares to give birth.
Obliterate all of my senses,
Empty my chalice that’s filled with sorrow,
Reach out to that man across the field,
Let us build a better tomorrow.
These bloody lagoons of misery,
Darkened by clouds of despair,
Here, stench offends my nostrils,
With each breath I gasp for air.
Eerie, almost ghostly,
A voice invades my mind.
Before me stands a demon,
Grotesque, with one eye blind.
Insanity is my excuse,
Nightmares turning real
Panic strikes, deep in my heart,
Like a jagged piece of steel.
One more step towards me,
And the thing falls in the mire,
An injured enemy, extends a hand,
As he begs me, “Please don’t fire.”
What the hell should I do now?
For I’ve only learnt to kill.
Do I just let this man bleed to death?
How much more blood must we spill?
Damn this war, this could be me,
So I’ll work to save his life.
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This man could have a family,
Little children, and a wife.
God forgive me for the part
That I played in this war.
I’m taking this man out of here,
We will fight no more.
Finally, the sound of battle,
Is but a distant din.
Death will visit often,
With no one left to win…