Of Wars and Men

DIE!

Shots fired.

He counted two.

Memories flooded in

When it was he who held the gun.

They called him a hero then.

He, who lived through war and ruins.

It was for the country.

Yet he died today.

With tampered honor

And without justice.

For whom did he die?

The country?

No.

He died for the thirst for blood

Of the midnight creature

Without heart.

He lived through a war

And died on another.

No one wins a war.

It is a neverending battle;

On the ground,

In your mind,

And on the eyes of the creature

Who turns men against each other.