The War Has Ended

Down, down, down he falls
blood shocked, lying on the floor
listening to the horrific calls
with blood as thick as mud

the weight of the world squishing and smothering pushing up with all his might
the sores unbearable
he stand to see a pretty ugly sight

walking around to a lonely
site, hearing sounds from a screaming shed
the sounds of a celebration
the war has come to and end