The War

Laying in the trodden sand a man drenched red with gun in hand;
A rifle which once took a life now lies beside the lifeless man.
The fire which once burned inside his soul was snuffed as cold as ice
The bitter cold of deaths embrace now shed a tear upon his face.

The enemies had fled with fear when companies of men drew near
And left behind was nothing but an endless trail of pain severe.
Screaming with the loss of life the youths consumed by agony,
Fighting wars of older men whilst realizing their duty

To fight and die in war means more to men who’ve never fought before.
When boys return to their homeland the caskets hide the pain they bore,
As loved ones cry of pain indicted on their loved ones lives restricted.
Folding flags the truth is twisted shrouding lives the war constricted.