Watching

This drawling, heinous war is sapping the soldiers’ strength. I perceive of which high above the battlefield. These rivers, fresh, indispensable rivers, flow red with hate and blood. And your words, saying that it will soon end, are sarcastic words that you do not mean. For I plead that it will soon end, yet you offer no consolation. In their eyes I see it. It is not too easy to kill, a glimmer of hope that they will not commit this deadly act. And yet they do, slaughtering mercilessly, until they reach the threshold of the enemy base. I see it all, and realize that all their hidden phobias have come true, and this bloodshed will never end.