Hearts and feet are heavy,

marching steadily on,

just not in the navy,

but still the lives are gone.


A flower tries to grow,

pushing up through the earth,

but running to and fro,

cut short this lovely birth.


When all values have left,

fights aren't for saving lives,

it is one final breath,

that brings end to demise.


A light in the darkness,

silence instead of screams,

winner's side could care less,

of loser's hopes and dreams.