The Honor of battle

For every lie there is another,

Why is it that I fight my brother,

A curtain of confusion,

Thrown over your head,

Creates a grand dilution,

For which many have been rendered dead,

It’s valor that you cherish,

But blood spill you sustain,

And you ought to know you’ll perish,

And cause countless others pain,

And if you dare think that you’re noble,

You truly are insane,

The cycle has grown global,

Yet still there is no gain,

And even though to those in power it’s a game,

If your heart should swell with shame,

You need but a mirror to point the blame,

So I beg you take the time try,

To see the starving children cry,

Count the nameless soldiers as they die,

And I leave you with one question,

WHY?