The battlefield is stained,
Crimson rain pours down.
Soldiers say their prayers
As they charge the enemy.

Wives and children await
Return of their warrior.
The letters stop coming
And their hopes are dashed.

A knock on the door
Sounds through the silence.
His battle buddy shows remorse
And offers them a flag.

The man lies
In his earthen bed.
Tears cover the stone;
Dirt hides the coffin.

Difference brings War.
War brings Death.
Death brings Tears.

So says the cycle of humanity

A/N: Written for the soldiers overseas.

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