War Poem by James Asher

A rifle's volley; like the voice of Thor.
Bullets flying; into flesh they bore.
Blood is mixed with flesh and bone.
A battle field scarred; I'm all alone.

Bodies fallen forever awhile,
Like a vultures meal, vulgar and vile.
Human flesh; the carrion meat.
Bodies rot in the summer heat.

Death and destruction, it's everywhere
The human race - it doesn't care.
Carnage created, all this I saw!
A human condition
This thing called
WAR! ! !