Festering flesh and limbs blown apart
Permanent crying, and that’s just the start
How could Sun Tzu think this is art?

The simple solution is always a war
It epitomizes the broken human core
And leaves both sides with an incurable sore

Casualties used to stop at just men
But war-torn countries have become death’s den
Just wait for the bomb, wondering when…

Losing yourself to bloodlust is the way
Shoot on sight for the whole entire day
A salary and medal is your only pay

What did you do when the innocents ran?
Did you let them go or shoot like a man?
For war, law lifts its killing ban

And what have you left?
Land destroyed, houses bereft
PTSD leaves you alone, deft

Your service is over, their freedom is won
The short time of peace feels warm as the Sun,
But you know in your heart that war’s never done.