War Of Men

In a calm, foggy weather ,

Was a landscape with a green blanket,

The wind whistling over the field ,

The birds singing their best,

A signal of war sounded a far,

The army of both weak and strong,

marching into the field,

The game has just started,

With all the members arriving,

Taking their position,

The mud squashing under the shoes,

The cries of the men echoing,

Weapons clinging to their chest,

The rythm of bullets matching the beat,

Wearing mask of confidence,

Both trying conquer the lion,

Blood raining everywhere,

Blast of grenades, sound of bullets,

Covering the cries of the weak,

Turning heaven to hell,

Peace to war,

The field deserted,

With both flora and fauna destroyed,

No one alive,

Except for the wind,

The other world enjoying,

Neither caring for these men,

All pain not gone,

They are the forgotten legends,

Never remembered,

Lost with time.

A tear ran down her cheek

As she read the words he wrote

His dad sat at the table

With a lump in his throat

The letter was stained

With blood mixed with sand

It was a letter

From their son in a far off land

It said “Mom I served my country.”