The battlefield,
The fighting men,
The views put forth,
The bitter end.
Running Soldiers,
Dodging bullets,
Bombs exploding,
Flying fragments.
The flying flags,
The pouring blood,
The reddened eyes,
The tears they flood.
The straining arms,
The ringing ears,
Tensing muscles,
The flowing fears.
The frantic minds,
The beating heart,
The heating fight,
The dreadful part.
The nervousness,
The souls escape,
The fathers call,
To heavens gate.
The war is done?
You say to me.
Only the dead,
Wars end, will see.
