Faces of War, Day 1

Written by: Ahmed Rashwan

Oh! the cries of defeat echoes
But its not the only screams
Heard through this fog

Here we all lie
We have all lost our hopes
Of ever winning this war

My brothers' bodies
Lying everywhere
Bleeding out what is left of them

We are now weak
Weaker than we have ever been
And what does tomorrow promise?

Does it promise recovery
Or the hope of a brighter day?
One without death and red

Instead it promises yet,
Another similar day
Of young men laid to rest

Many miles away
But we can still hear them
Beer and music

They will sharpen their blades
Tighten their bows and arrows
They are ready for the kill

A shame, I have to exist
To witness the end
Painting it on my memories, if I ever lived

I would have loved
To live amongst pride
Like that of my enemy

But the only feeling
That I am accompanied with
Is the screams of loss