soldiers

I see the dark confetti,
falling from the sky
like the stream of black tears
falling from their eyes.
As they march in their rows
across the blood soaked land
physically untouching,
but mentally hand in hand

I see the smoke clouds rising
above and over head
I hear the people crying
their suits all stained with red
their brothers in arms have fallen
along the darkened path
another day, another life
a symptom of their wrath

All these things I see and hear
the hurting and the sorrow
the look on young boys faces
as they dream of hope tomorrow
but their is no hope in our future
for we are damned from the beginning
like this battle we are in,
in our life we are not winning.