The whistling sound

Which was once terrifying

Now numb and  part of everyday

The bodies of friends and foe,

Lay across the Earth.

But all too soon

Red stains green, green turns red,

Brown covers red, and red becomes brown.

Home long gone

Yet life there goes on

My survival is slim

They say victory will be won

I keep saying the deaths aren’t in vain.

But we all know,

War on paper is one thing