Why is this not murder?
Why is this not over?
Why did this come?

The loss, the destruction, the death.
It reaches past the battlefield,
It reaches past the empty bullet shells
It spreads until it covers the Earth.
It is not what is in the heart,
It is what is planted into the mind,
It is the vengeance of soldiers past,
It is the humanity that is lost,
That steals away our hearts and turns them into stone.