Guns ablaze fill the air with smoke
The stench of those long gone haunt me with their screams
Of pain as our sorrow weeps for them.
Death marks the land with ruin, while man marks life
With less. The machines roll across the mud with spit and sweat
Embedding them into the ground for our children to witness.
What man would concoct this evil war?
Who? Only the devils in suits and ties could, for their game of sin.
For this is truly hell on earth.
and all the children can do is remember.