The Music Of War (a bit different, it's a war poem about about WW1)

The steady beat of falling bombs
Litters the air;
The ground shakes with every shot
With every landing.
A melody of voices shouting, screaming, praying,
Overylays the shots.
Memories from home come back in snatches,
Playing again before men's eyes.
Whistles from trenches acroos the way
Harmonise together,
Then fade.

All fades to silence, bitter and ungulfing.
The music they wished they could forget
They long to hear again;
The music of war.