Children, dreams crushed
picked at random, soldiers should just dig their grave now.
Armies and armies of teenage soldiers all waiting for their possible
Battlefields of blood, explosions and gunpowder, countless carcass’ lying on the ground and for what
Their country?
That’s rubbish!
Tanks, bombs and nukes all deadly and all made for one purpose: to kill.
Hiding in the trenches next to the battlefields and with one leap soldiers are on the battlefield with a bullet hole through their chest.
Because? Why?
The futility of war.