The Misery that is War

There is no winning war. There is only varying degrees of losing.

The war, the strife
The halt of the life
The blood, the suffering
The insane muttering
The soulless eyes of those who left
The slaughter and theft
Turning my back on all this
Not getting involved
No pain, no hurt, no suffering
That's what'll happen
When the misery that is war is solved?

Author's Note

I wonder if war would stop if the people who were declaring war were in the front line.