War To Peace

When men attend the dead’s funerals in the end,
Regret runs like rivers through heavy hearts heaving,
Then, the men realise how war ended millions of lives,
So many just boys learning to grow up,
Its peacetime but constantly the dead comes closer to me,
Ones I have killed and ones killed next to me,
Who chooses those who lose their lives or not,
Do bullets blasting brains brutally decide who they hit?
They say that war is now over,
But I cannot tell,
Having seen the worst of human beings,
I being to go blind, burrowing below this corrupted world.

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