Soldiers sown in the field
And bodies usually are the yield
Bodies of strangers, friends and colleagues
Leaving survivors with long lonely monologues
Rendering life without taste or feel

  In this clash of elephants
The casualties include animals, civilians, even infants.
That is to say but the least.
Vultures gather in circles to feast
On the remains of once beautiful living beings.

  Where then is the profit of war?
When rebuilding cost so much more
Both humanly and materially.