useless wars

 Useless war

Red crosses on the graveyard near the battle,

bled, corpses of dead soldiers flew in the air

soldiers killed twice, for the enemy once is not enough.

A skeletal hand land near him, he shuddered but had

to advance over the field as ordered.

There was a lull, he sat leaning to a boulder wondered

what he was doing here in a war far from home in

a country, not his, he had been told he was fighting for

his country but didn`t believe it anymore.

This was a political war fought influence and greed it

had nothing to do with defending his country but

he was stuck in a deadly quagmire.

When the artillery struck up again, he got up advanced

and stepped on a landmine.

 

 

◄ long for the sea

the vagabond ►

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