WAR
[A tribute for the wars of the past]
HEAR THE SOLDIERS MARCH?
THEY WALK STRAIGHT WITH NO ARCH,
HEAR THE GUN SHOTS?
THE ECHOING WARS RING AS THEY FOUGHT.
HEAR THE CRIES OF THE INNOCENT?
THEY HAUNT US EVEN NOW IN THE PRESENT,
HEAR THE SCREAMS OF PAIN?
ALL THEY LOST, THEY'LL NEVER REGAIN.
SEE THEIR BLOODY BODIES SPRAWLED ON THE FLOOR?
THEY'LL NEVER BE ABLE TO OPEN THAT FRONT DOOR,
SEE THE TEARS LEAKING FROM THEIR DEAD EYES?
THEIR BODIES ARE COLD AS ICE.
THE MEN, PILLAGE,
DESTROYING EVERY VILLAGE,
LEAVING NO SURVIVORS,
IF ONLY WE WERE WISER.
WAR, IS A THREE LETTERED WORD WE ALL FEAR,
WE ALL KNOW, DEATH IS CRAWLING NEAR,
THE RUNNERS ARE WEARY,
THE DAYS ARE DREARY.
ALL THERE IS LEFT IS BONES GALORE,
YOU CAN FIND EVIDENCE ON THE TAINTED FLOOR,
WELL, WE CAN ALL BLAME THAT WORLD...
OF WAR.
by: Midnightestrella