Why There's a War

I asked Ares, “Why there’s a war?” “Isn’t war there to kill men?” he made a retort, “Must there be war?” I asked again, “Where to find the time throughout history there was no war on earth?” he made cynical remarks. “I understand that you are the cause of all wars, isn’t it true?” looking at him I waited for his response, “I have nothing to do with war, from envy and hatred, men excite a feeling of hostility and provoke war, and slaughter neighbors without guilty conscious. I just watch the war.” “I heard that, wherever you go, you always carry a shield and a sword accompanying terror and fear. Aren’t they the basic weapons for a battlefield?” I said, “Then, indeed, if shield and sword are the basic, terror and fear are the psychological weaponries, what do you expect from the battlefield, which is the end of the boundary where death overtakes life.” Ares bluntly replied and continued “The battlefield is the place where the men of human instinct numbed by the blood stink cross the stream of blood stepping on the corpse. The battlefield is the place where the blood-thirsty men take bloodbath facing death. The battlefield is the place where mad men intoxicated by battle cries, staring with evil eyes, the banner onslaught quivering overwhelmed by the fear.” Ares said with a coldblooded smile on his cowardly face.