Dead.

Shells exploding, trenches imploding, soldioers moaning.
Lions in battle, charging unwillingly,
Guns held high, cries chillingly,
Seeping through the innocent mind

Passing grenades, hand by hand,
The deafning scilence in no-mans land.
Then… all breaks loose, gun shots fire.
Dead. And the scilence in no-mans land begins again.