Losses of War
Picture the scene
On muddied, bloodied fields
Way back in World War One
When neither side would yield
Thousands rise from their trenches
To gain a few hundred yards
As they fall in stench filled craters
Slaughtered souls in life discard
This killing goes on and on
Over the top they go
Shells pounding, bullets zipping
As their blood flows and flows
Four years these horrors raged
Forty five million maimed or fell
Not counting the lost civilians
Who died in this modern hell
Modern conflicts still run and rage
Hero's and villains still engage
Will there be a tomorrow, without these wars
Will the future look back, and wonder what for
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