Life during War

As the gunshots end

and the men fall,

one after another,

an eerie silence envelopes the war zone,

a never seen before peace in the air,

one that could've stopped the war altogether.

As the days went by with no end,

The tears evaporated,

and the last drop of humanity dried up,

the men fight for their pride,

for the soil that gave them everything,

And live.

But only with memories of all the lives they've taken,

of all the families they've broken.

Amidst the scattered bodies,

you hear the faint cries of an orphaned child,

the cries that were to chase you for years to follow.

The skies turn a crimson red,

hailing the slayers,

the Torch bearers of violence.

The war is won,

But the war within surely isn't.