"It is over at last",
"What is? What is over? What is finally done?"
"The war" one broken .45 revolver answers
" The war is done",
"Forgive me for asking", I timidly muttered, "but who won?"
"Dunno" he says," it's still a bit hazy but it was a good day for the vultures"

"War always seems to be a grand buffet for the vultures", I replied
"But look now the generals are celebrating, saying there's a long Era of peace over there on the horizon"
No more bloodshed, all weapons and stealing of lives outlawed.

" I wouldn't get too excited", the revolver whispers, coughing up one last bullet,
One last bullet to shoot dead the hope sprouting new within me,
"Men will always find new ways of killing, destroying, annihilating one another,
Who said anything about taking lives",

Can't say i could have argued with something that spot on.