Dead Silence

Bleeding bodies
Laying broken on the ground
Sprawled out in every direction
There’s none who can make a sound.

This is what war is like.
Violence, pain, death,
All for the name of piece.
Does this make any sense?

Never knowing who you just killed.
Was he a father, husband or son?
Did he have a kid,
Who’s waiting by the window for his long awaited return?

Never looking that man in the eye.
Never truly seeing who’s under the helmet.
Were his eyes blue, green, or brown?
What color was his hair?

Tell me,
In the end who’s truly won?
Not the fighting men who’ve died.
How does something that kills so many
Bring peace to anyone?

And as the body count rises,
The truth becomes clear.
This is the coward’s way out.
Can’t you see? Can’t you hear?