The war rages on, fire in the sky,
Pride in the soldiers eyes as they take each other’s lives,
Wives deprived of that last conversation,
Miles away from where the battle is taking place in.
Lives altered on the altar
As they spray the church buildings,
Arrays of bullets breaking down the walls
And the church ceiling.
Silence as the only thing bright they’ve seen all night
Is when a ray of light comes through a hole
In the stained window pane,
Shone in the face of a solider now fallen.
Nothing can change his widow’s pain.
Not a minute wasted to recover the soldier’s remains,
Only time to take cover;
Make haste before your body is claimed.
The fight goes on, no one goes home,
Non early departure from battle grounds
Only dearly departed.
Fire rounds, loud sounds
Can’t remember why the war started,
Nor do you give a ****, too many bodies discarded.
The soldier then finds a space
In the corner of some abandoned place,
Cries tears as he feels disgraced,
Don’t want the “Medal of Honor” they’ll shove in his face.
They don’t know the deep dark secrets
And what took place.
Only the soldier and his enemy can understand
This rage, this hate!!!
This hate to be loved,
The truth he has to face.

He wasn’t faithful to his country,
No,
He was not faithful to his wife.
He’s dead to her,
She’ll never take him back.
She should have left him
The day she found him cheating the wedding night,
She thought he would change,
Thought everything would be alright.
Ignorance over common sense,
The way of ones in love.
These are the wars and battles we go through
When one’s in love.