War,
The petty struggles of men,
Destroying themselves and all around them.
Millions dead,
Dying for uncaring leaders,
Their bright flames extinguished.
What are lives to leaders?
To bring grief, pain and suffering,
All to further there own ends.
Blood falls, as red as poppies,
Falling into the ground,
Lives destroyed as easily as a candle flame.
Families, torn apart,
Fathers burying there sons,
Filled with sorrow.
Is there hope?
Is there light at the end of the tunnel?
Can we escape the ravaging of war?
Or will we enter the light of peace,
The light of hope,
Just to be thrown into the darkness of war.
