The Horrors Of…


When a nation goes to war,

Sending troops to distant shore,

Fighting, though it’s leaders lie,

As its best and brightest die.

Struggle in a foreign land,

At their masters’ dark commands,

Wading through a field of death,

Wasted is their final breath.

Terrible as it may be,

With each soldier’s dying scream,

Though I will not say there can’t,

Be sacrifice significant.

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