War Games

The drums of war beat a silent rhythm.
Upon the weak, they unleash their wrath.
Tides of blood ebb and flow,
Drowning soldiers down below.

What has been done to cause this schism?
Upon which trail did you seek your path?
The world has come and gone,
And neither side has won.

Can you survive the choices you've made?
Are you proud that your army has fallen?
The red ocean, you now must row,
To leave behind your death toll.

Consequences of your war have stayed.
History will know you now, like Stalin.
The world has come and gone,
And now, with it be done.