The petrifying rattle of guns,
As innocent men fall all around you.
Groans and screams of the dying,
It’s haunting. It’s war.

Wondering how long you have left,
The nerve-wracking anxiety of waiting,
The hourglass of your life slowly running out.
It’s unbearable. It’s war.

Nobody to remember you once you’re gone,
Just another death among thousands.
Tossed carelessly into a gruesome mass grave,
It’s unfair. It’s obscene. It’s war.