War Poem

War is a game of slaughter,
execution, assassination, extermination.
elimination of enemies, fighting over land.

The fear of soldiers’ parents, pacing in malaise, their sons and daughters lives at risk.

The everlasting fear of becoming just another corpse on the battlefield, being trampled on as enemies approach.

Bombers and aircraft dropping shells, straight into the enemies’ base.

Violence, guns and bullets. Terror and screaming, of those injured and in pain.

But in the end, war is for nothing.
No one wants it, no one needs it.

Do we do it for honour, fame, fortune?

All we want is peace, no violence, no death, no fighting

No war.