Among Broken Swords Poem by Sai Saketh Ram

What am i doing among these broken swords,
among unbreating men, in these red filled roads.
Why are there weapons, like arrows and spears,
shouting a death cry, that no one hears.
What has he got from this meaningless slaughter,
In this beautiful ground, that was filled with laughter.
I and many have no place to go,
no friends and family, no one to show.
They all loved the life they lived,
even in a chaotic world, they still believed.
What meaning does all lives have now,
for those lost lives, i regret somehow.

What now i thought..
Should i pick a sword,
and go for Battle.
or
Go back to holding a stick,
and raise Cattle.....