Pain.

Bombs drop on rich soil as I hear children cry.
Men in camouflage cheer.
As I see many die.

A task turns into play.

A girl looks out the window to see the sun.
All she sees is smoke.
All the girl can do is run.

Air turns to poison.

We came to get what we want and won't leave til' we do.
The victims won't let them have what is theirs.
So the men kill a few.

Oil turns to blood.

Family waits in anticipation for the soldiers arrival.
A different person walks in the door with bad news.
I'm sorry, we couldn't attain his revival.

Happiness departs in a heartbeat.

In this meaningless war, no one wins.

Hold on to your loved wons.

And serenity begins.