War Flowers

FOG FILS THE NIGHT LIKE AN ARMY ROLLING IN TAKING OVER THE GROUND AS IF WIPING AWAY OUR SIN WE WEEP FOR THE DEAD THAT WON'T COME BACK FROM THE WAR BUT FOR THE ONES WHO MADE IT BACK WE WEEP MORE THE EMPTY SOULS THAT SMILE AT US IN UNIFORM TELL US THAT THEY'RE DEAD INSIDE YET UNINFORMED LATE AT NIGHT THEY VISIT THE GRAVESITES OF THEIR FRIEND DURING LONG RAINY EVENINGS OF TRYING TO MAKE AMENDS WHAT HAVE WE TURNED OUT WITH OUR YOUNG MEN BUT BODIES FILLED WITH THE BLOOD AND HATE WITH WICH WE FILL THEM