War is a terrible thing. So just read.

War Rated T Drama

The dawn has risen red,

Just as the visions in my head.

The guns have fired in the night,

In this the day of our plight.

We have lost our way,

In the darkness before day.

Our blood rains from the sky,

Our tears streak cross the ground.

The wisest wonder why,

The foolish wonder how.

But should we let the trap still close?

Should we let the trap still pry?

Should we follow each others blows?

Should we not but try?

Our own graves we have dug too deep,

In the dirt our blood is forced to seep.

We now lay wounded in the trench,

With no drink our thirst to quench.

In this dark a shadow blurs,

The thief runs on the prowl.

He runs for riches,

While our blood thirst howls.

I ask him who is he,

Who takes advantage of what is to be.

He turns so I can see,

"They took advantage of me."