Visions of the Leaves and Branches

I saw them grow up,
Watched as they played all day.
Learned of their hopes and dreams,
And saw how they were torn away.

Pulled into war
Between their own kind.
Forced to kill their neighbors
And leave their families behind.

Bullets fly past,
From guns to human hearts.
Tortured men cry
As the enemy cuts off another part.

Those young men
That I had known since birth,
Now lie next to me,
Dying on the earth.

I see no point
In this horrible mess.
War is suppose to create more peace,
But instead it creates less.

But hey,
I am just a lonely tree,
Who would ever listen to me?