A Piece on War

War,
War never changes.

It transcends the history
Of our world
Tales,
Of soul and swords,
Of honour and guns,
The clashing of blades,
And the hammering of shots,
Bayonets dripping with blood,
Merciless slaughter of innocents,
Vengeful killings of adversaries,
Never ceasing,
Until all is lost

War,
Bloodshed for the shallowest of reasons,
For power, for supremacy,
Leaders,
Unyielding in their pursuit of dominance,
Over lands and over seas,
Leaders’ lust for power,
Matched only by the cruelty of their soldiers

War,
Blood is war,
Glorious battles veil the suffering beneath,
Even through victories,
Celebrated with unease,
We are stained,
Tainted by the spilled blood of our brethren,
Every inch of land gained,
Pints of blood lost,
Bones, flesh, hope,
All crushed between the cogs of war


War,
Unleashes the beast within man,
Unlocks the worst of humanity,
Unchains the ugliest of our kind,
Uncovers the darkess of desires,
Inevitable degeneration
Guns and accusations,
Pointed at one another
Blades and betrayal
Cut deep into our faith

War,
It brings forth death upon our world,
Nothing but.
It ignores the pleads for mercy,
It slaughters relentlessly,
It is the harbinger of the apocalypse
It determines not who is right,
But merely who is left

War,
War never changes.

Leon