Faces of War, Day 1
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
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