Winds blew with an eerie gush,
As silence dawned, filling soldiers with an adrenaline rush,
As the trumpet blew and the cannon ball was fired,
What resulted after was ghastly, not something one could or would admire

Bullets pierced flesh, blood spewed all over,
Pedestrians took shelter, as the fighter jets would begin to hover,
Ear ringing explosions, deafening screams of brave men,
It was all for something quite simple really,not for wealth or precious gems

The irony of War, is that it is created to destroy,
Alas, what a wicked ploy
Let's hope that war ends one fine day, but the truth is bitter,
The end of war marks the end of life, leaving behind only bones, fur and feather.