War
The day you can kill
An enemy
Without feeling
Then haven't you gone to far?
When you can slice the throat
Of a father, a mother,
A sister or a brother
With a smile on your face
Without regret
To see their life fade from their eyes
To feel their blood on your hands
To hear their screams
To taste their tears
To cut them down
Without hesitation
Then who is the real enemy?