• Blood spills and mixes with ash and soil.
    Cries of anger and pain tear across the smoke.
    As soldiers fall on their knees amidst toil
    Of their brother and their injured foe.
    Weapons fired aimlessly into wave
    Of warrior after warrior, who
    Fight for the honor of the lives they save
    Or the gods and leaders they now bow to.
    A bullet in the temple, a leg now
    Severed, lost to gangrene and injury.
    Are these the trophies for which we will bow?
    When will the fighting end? The blind fury?
    The smoke clears, and they have the victory.
    But what have they won amongst the bodies?