fauxcroft

War is atrocious

There’s no glory in it,

Dead bodies of soldiers

Is mankinds sickness,

Weapons tear flesh

And shatter the bones,

Rips through the organs

I hear the cries and the moans,

The death rattle finale

Confirms to me,

The nature of humanities

Contempt and cruelty,

Towards life and death

For our fellow man,

War is not glory

Is that too hard to understand,

Why can’t the warmongers yield

So we can give peace a chance.