The sound of gunshots is deafening, 
Echoing throughout the battlefield, 
Young soldiers struggle to evade the face of death; 
Some win, while some yield.

Bodies of men and women lie on the ground, 
All of them bloodied and battered, 
Their faces frozen in silent screams,  
All their hopes of returning home, shattered. 

Buildings and homes and schools are blown up, 
The air is thick with the acrid smell of smoke, 
Destruction refuses to cease its advance; 
It burns down cities, makes them choke. 

The great war will go on and on, 
But a mother will outlive her daughter, 
A couple will never get to plan their wedding, 
A young boy will witness his father’s slaughter. 

The great war will go on and on, 
Until the enthroned monsters continue to bicker, 
Oblivious to the massacre of lives and souls,  
To the flame of humanity that has started to flicker.