WAR

A cannon ball on a deadly mission

Ignite the gun powder

The hour is right

An angry rifle, aiming for a targets head

Pull the trigger

The opposite of compassion begs

Someone's father and brother and sister is dead

Waiting for a bullet to sink his tears

Many mothers and daughters and children are speared

The heat of sacrifice

Is between their legs

Someone's kindred and beloved and partner is held

Constantly tortured from life still death

Many wounded and forgotten in battle

Confess

It's better to be alive

Than to end up in hell

More cowards and inexperienced and hopeless survive

Left with the burden to tell the tale

Now hostile and bitter and drunk all the time

Episodes of disorder

Comes and go

So fragile and vulnerable and ready to die

Robbery and murder

The tickets they buy

Only few and so little are stable with grief

Flakes of battle

Blood as milk.