War
The two sides stand, stubborn and strong,
Fighting a fight in which they should not belong,
Between the rows lies a cavern of death,
Where the casualties lie on the ground, stained red,
Bullets discharge destroying all in sight,
Grenades exchanged in the midst of the fight,
Young patriots cling to their lives,
As they say their last words, destined to die,
Sacrificed in their leaders stead,
As the ones who started it lie safe in their beds.
