Victory Is Is a Vain Word

The silent battlefield has drawn its armorial... no smoke rising from weapons so unsurpassable; bodies lying on the bloody grass; some writhing, many lifeless! One nation has risen against another nation... with the plausible thought that one will subdue the other and conquer; but the losses on both sides seem an equal share! Victory is a vain word, if it hasn't considered or honored its noble purpose through peace; many lives could have been spared... turning their worth over an unjudicial conscience, and rid itself of a costly vengeance! Those daughters and sons will not return to their mothers, and an acute pain will perforate their helpless hearts; and they could have become great minds and leaders: and with their death, their thoughts have perished with their dreams! Victory is a vain word, smeared on dead faces that look upright... for that mercy and compassion the enemy did't give; they may be dead in body, but not in the spirit! Look ! I see them walking with God, who will give them another life for their firm belief! Belligerence is the outcome of rampant hatred, and Man will become a beast in order to accomplish it... without regard and pity,not compromising, but scheming with an uncontrollable wrath! Now their voices aren't shouting,and their hands are still stained with unwashable blood; nightmares are the visitations of demons who complement their minds with a cruel reward: victory has lost meaning and ardor , nothing can bring them to a calm shore!