War

Standing on opposite sides,
Of a field laid to waste.
Death tingles in the air,
And brings with it bitter taste.

These men were told to fight,
'For a greater good' they say.
But no greater good comes at the cost,
Of thousands of lives which with to pay.

It is where a brother kills a brother,
And you never know whose Death is next.
What horrid irony this War can conceive,
In a modern-day Oedipus Complex.

The soldiers don't know whose died,
Whether they were guilty or innocent.
They just execute orders as well as people,
For there will be time later to repent.

It is much easier in these times,
When you can just drop a bomb from the sky.
You don't have to see the blood-stained faces,
Or here the newly-made orphans cries.

Machine guns can mow people down,
Just as easily as if they were grass.
One after another after another,
Just to lower the price of our gas.

The men simply serve their country,
They've done nothing wrong or bad.
Except of course killing innocent people,
And making thousands of others forever sad.

To destroy evil in the world,
Requires not killing of men.
But rather an acceptance of others,
and acceptance of their sins.

How many more millions will die,
Simply to prove that we are right?
How many more lives will be destroyed,
Through this thoughtless and savage fight?