This is not just a poem, its sort of a...preach. But a true one I guess, and my opinion of war.

"War is a cruel thing
no doubt
graves filled with men who were fighting
beliveing
white gravestones with only three letters
yet
those three letters explain it all
Killed
In
Action
Those wounds they died of
Has been carried on
to their family
their friends
their wifes
dont worry
wounds will heal
somehow
they always do
But a scar will remain
as a memento
as a confirm of the terrifying fact
was made
by us
Only we can fight
only we can kill
only we
can die."