War

War, but a terrible thing it is
Unnecessary pain, loss and heartache
So much bloodshed from either side,
Is there ever really a victor?

Daring young men reduced to a bloody mess
Mothers left at home to weep
Holes form in the hearts of all,
And will stay there for the rest of time

The bombs fell as an unfaltering storm
Why wasn't it merely a storm of rain?
All innocent, yet condemned to death
Powerless as their friends were killed

Did they not fear death when they eagerly wrote down their names?
What was it that made the young men blind to the true horrors of war?

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