War

My take on war.

After the turmoil dies;

And after the soldiers have wept

And mourned their own deaths;

After the war has gone

And rubble is all that is left;

What has been done?

What has been accomplished?

Resolution?

Redemption?

Revenge?

After the world becomes silent;

After the fire no longer burns

And our souls have been ripped from our bodies;

After the enemy weakens

And everything is now “well”;

Where is the love?

Where is the triumph?

There is none!

For war has torn us apart

And what is lost will never be gotten.

Author's Note

Tell me what ya'll think! :)