A LAMENTATION
The Land Cries
Where Men go to bleed and die.
The birds watch as they devour
and lay waste to
each other.
On the Battlefield,
The young men bleed for the
Waging War created by those who have.
On the Battlefield of life,
The young brothers die for the old.
The Land continues its cry
It wails:
How many more?
How many more must die?
For you that have?
For you that are old?
How many more must die?
For what?
How many more blood
Must be shed by those
Who won't shed theirs?
The young brothers bleed -
They kill fellow humans
Their blood makes the land cry
and all the land can ask is
Why?
Why do many more have
To die
For the war waged on
By those who have
and those that are old?
The young men continue
their fight
War - they whisper -
Is just about killing someone else.
How long till we go home?
To a place where we can
no longer hear the cries of the
blood spilt?
How many more have to die?
The land cries.
Till Next Time,
gkgaius
Deo Volente
