Arrows alight flew overhead
Many fell on the field
They were either wounded or dead,
This is how battles used to be fed
Now it’s missiles and rockets
But the same colour blood is bled,
And the heroes of the old battles no longer exist
No longer do we see horsemen ride in to the valley of the shadow of death,
It’s now drones that bring about carnage leaving many innocent bereft,
Of life and liberty as well as family
Like somehow they lack any humanity,
Faceless people killing human beings invisibly
Anonymous murder that is not heroically won,
Not a battle where men look each other eye to eye
Then engage in a skilled passionate fight,
But in true all this put to one side
I’d prefer peace to breakout world wide.
fauxcroft 