Quiet like a raging storm
I head to the tallest tree.
They found everything in battle
But somehow lost me.
One soldier handed me a rose
Which I clearly threw on the ground.
We came, we saw, we conquered
But peace, we never found.
On top of tree I could see the price
All the victims paid.
Some family were there to collect
Yet some just sat there and prayed.
Screaming shatters the silence
A woman has lost her son.
The one thing she lived for
Lost to a strangers gun.
Neither of the two lived;
The families are both forlorn.
They blame one another for the loss
As each of them, mourn.
Battles taken up by force
Laying in pieces on the ground.
I’ve found no dignity or honor in battle
Just loss, is what I’ve found.