Crystal tears form over wretched, weeping eyes
Hope shaken, life's blood drained
On a desert hill, only relieved sighs
Their life not lost, another maimed.
Flags fall over a crackling fire
Alarums fought with deafening haste
Far away, weakened soldiers tire
Slipping amongst the bile and human waste.
War torn nations, ripping skin
A murderous sickle making its haughty rounds
Each side determined fiercely to win
Despite the shrieking, merciless sounds.
In so much blood must we all drown
To fulfill the whims of a single, arrogant crown?