War
War
It's a fleeting thing
Beautiful
Mighty and powerful
But they never tell you
Of the things you see
The sights that follow you
To the grave and beyond
The wailing soldiers
"Mother, Father!"
They scream
But no one will come
When you are at war
You get a feeling
It is not logic
It is instinct
When a shell comes towards you
You do not think with logic
For if you did
You would just be pieces
But an instinct reawakens in you
And it is as if war sends signals for it to wake
The scream for you to duck
And you survive
The Earth beneath you
The pitiful Earth
But it does not care
As it watches its people die
The sky is lit up with lights
Bangs fill the air
It is a sight to behold
Gorgeous
But then you see your friend
Missing an arm and a leg
Holding his bloodied hand out
"Help..."
Another shell arrives
Blowing him to pieces
That could've been you
A voice says
Your enemy
The pitiful people
They are just like you
Sad, lonely and distraught
Why are we fighting?
Is there a purpose?
Isn't this death justified?
The answer is...
No
Fighting for your country?
No
Fighting for someone's filthy desire to obtain more land?
Yes
War can never be justified
And it is truly horrible
But it is also gorgeous
And very dangerous
Men screaming for their mothers
Their tears dampening the caked blood on their faces
Men reduced to mere pawns
In the game of war
You could say I'm being a pessimist
But isn't it true?
A man high above started this
For what?
Selfish desires
Land
Wealth
Fame
And yet we see both sides of war
The bonds formed with people and land
And the death that ensues
Dehumanised men screaming for their Mothers
Men that are so young
A blooming flower
Trampled by the selfish toddler
Who wants the pretty rose behind it
But everyone dies eventually...
Right?
But isn't it better to let them live a better life instead of condemning them to torture?
That's what I believe
But you have your own opinions