How can you ever picture a war?

Is it by the screams of innocent people;

As they break the silence of the aftermath?

Or is it by the piles of ****** bodies;

Enveloped with foul smell and black, thick flies?



How can you ever imagine the battles?

Can you feel how it's like;

To hold your own flesh and blood in your hands?

Can you even relate;

How your skin rips apart by cold steel?



How can you ever put yourself in their shoes?

The guilt and the rush;

As you pull the trigger and explode their heads?

The sound of cracking bones and spurting blood;

As you dive your knife deep into their hearts?



How can you even dare to think about the fallout?

A loud cry of a young boy;

Holding his father's limbs?

A banging shriek of a woman;

Holding her baby without head?



A silent weep of a young girl;

Holding her broken doll as her house burns down?

The sobbing tears of a man;

Holding his beloved whom burnt to a crisp?



HOW ? HOW? HOW CAN YOU EVER PICTURE A WAR?





.... I can't