Those who drench in earthly soil
Bath in blood of those they did not know
Hand in Hand on the sanguineous battlefield
Are those who deem in inscrutable woe
The face of a brother lies next to yours
Wistfully glaring with barren eyes
Shotguns crackle through the sand
While Up above bombs drop from skies
Blood trickles down your abysmal wound
Imparting no purpose for why it resides
Just to benefit land for back home
While your dead brothers drift along tides
Families back home pray with such promise
That their brave heroes will return back alive
The truth of the war is only but different
Sadly knowing that you hadn't survive
The only outcome of these fatal wars
Is the loss of those who were chained to death
Sacrificing their lives for pointless means
For Counterfeit freedom they gave their last breath.
