Worthless Warfare

Can you hear the ringing of warfare? The scent of steal lingers in the air. The weeping widow who can no longer abide her grief. It steals the happiness she once had like a thief. You question yourself if all this is truly fair. To take fathers from their families and watch them fear. Does the end of this fighting bring any relief? Or will these lost lives drift endlessly just like a dead leaf? Can you prevent the cry of a babe and his mother’s tear? Or will you continue to fight with no intention to repair.