All those men.
Who died for me.
Just one girl.
Is that really a reason for war?
They left their families.
To fight until death.
And I sit in a prison cell.
Should they really have to die for me?
Bloody faces.
Missing limbs.
Corpses in the dirt.
Thousands dead for a possible escape.
I soon die.
From a bullet.
No one knows.
Thousands more die for no reason.
