The Blaming game

If you sat here with me today,

you can see I wish not to stay,

for the bullets wizzing past my head,

go past me and hit a freind.


And these freinds, I wish to say,

are more like brothers, if I may,

but to see my brothers be shot down,

tears my heart but with out a sound.


With out a doubt the enemy is to blame,

and that within me sparks a flame.

I shoot and shoot but then see,

that the enemy is just like me.


They fight for what they think is right,

but won't go down without the fight,

and as they watch their comrades fall,

they come to blame it on us all.


And the blaming game goes on and on,

untill the war is dead and gone,

but peace is not long lived,

for another war will come again.


And the tides of war are not so great,

for these dead bodies on the floor,

will never see loved ones anymore.

And for the loved ones of the dead,

will come to see this day with dread,

for this is a day to commemorate,

heros who were once great.