Shells exploding; body parts strewn about, their owners never found
Carefree little boys losing their lives in the blink of an eye, which had only just begun
A boy as still as a flower, the hit had just come, his dreams crushed with one fatal blow
A woman waiting at home, praying for her son
Destruction in the name of meaningless glory, the scorched earth watered with blood
The blood of children never was so plentiful, life never more empty
Words never said; lives shattered
Mothers without children, but coffins aplenty
A boy underneath a shell, his life leaving him, his friends searching in vain
A woman opening a letter, no idea what is in store
The battlefield was a stampede of elephants crushing his tired ears
He felt the end coming, but he was dead long before
Endless promises never kept, a world on fire
Thousands of dead children leaving the battlefield, never to return home, nothing but a footnote in the book of war
The confirmation came, along with it many tears
She sat on the floor crying, her world shattered beyond repair
As he lay dying
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[...]Destruction in the name of meaningless glory, the scorched earth watered with blood The blood of children never was so plentiful, life never more empty[...] Poignant lines, and a very well constructed poem. War, bloodshed, and destruction. Lives are lost for nothing, and children - those who understand nothing about wars - are the worst affected.. Thank you for sharing Sarah.