War

planes and bombs, the smell of gunpowder, wounded soldier he'll be dead in an hour , surrounded by death , urine and feces , god aren't we humans just a terrible species?
, the sound of the screams , of your brothers dying , look in a mirror , you will see your self crying , try to hold back and fight as you might , tears drip heavy , will you sleep at night? this is the new age , a start of a page , the war was pointless and it fills you with rage
you endured and survived all the gunfire and rockets , only so some bastard can fill his greedy fat pockets , and if you get back you will feel so alone , drinking all night you put one in your dome
family and friends all wonder why.. but you couldn't just tell them that you wanted to die
but to all my brothers whose spirits now roam , i wish i could hold you and welcome you home