Battlefield

You stand at the crest of a hill

For just a moment time stands still

You've been waiting for this moment and it's finally here

Before you take a breath the cries of war and death you hear

Running for your life

Shooting all enemies in sight

Only 16 and you've killed these men

You'll never be a mere boy again

Why must you grow old so quick

The blood and gore makes you sick

A wounded enemy lies nearby

Wide eyes staring at the night sky

That's when it hits you straight in your heart

Why were we all of this war a part

You think of your family back home

And wish you had not left them alone

Suddenly you hear a deafening blast

A cannon has fired burying you in rubble and ash

Before you close your eyes to die

You look up to the sky

Your last prayer sent to God above

Why all the hate? God where is the love?

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