The air ripples with gunshots
Comrades drop like flies
The ground is stained red
When will it end?

Enemies fall before you
You move like a machine
Every shot takes another life
When will it end?

Dirt flies beside you
Fire reaches for you
Bullets whiz past you
When will it end?

Pain erupts in your shoulder
Your leg
When will it end?

Miles away
Huddled by the fires
How many will mourn your passing?
How many tears will be shed?
When will it end?

You stumble
You fall
No one notices
Another gunshot
Another death
They don't care
Is this the end?