Alone, In A Silent, Soldier's Field. Poem by Michael Gale

In soldier's field-with swords unsheathed...
Many death's, blood spilled from body's,
no longer to have breathed.

Sweat and spears litter the battle grounds...
Nothing heard, not no sounds.

But that of the silenced, fallen dead...
Only because, they were calamitied, misled.

War-has no right to be listed, in the dictionary....
Only peace, belongs there-To some men-that
thought can seem, way too scary.

Profits....
Those as they-False prophets?