Blood
Something seen often
Tasted often
And spewed everyday
Drafted to defend this land
To fight against another
As "innocent" as ours
Hand in hand
We are all brothers
Do no skewer this hope
To rebuild this peace we all desperately need
With gun in hands and ashes in pocket
Lives shall be taken by man's own doing
Corpses fall to the grass
Turning green to red
With never ending blood shed
Eyes pulled from sockets
And limbs torn off
Limping away
If you are lucky
Most do not make it out
Can't even be sent "home"
Because their body is scattered all across the field
We shed this blood on innocent land
Turning pure hands
Into devilish bands
There is no grinning in war
Because we will always fall up short
So why even bother
With this useless fighting
Just to kill one another
And bid dreadful tidings