Innocent, naïve young soldiers sent to a foreign country
without a clue of reality, just words spoken to them
encouraging attitudes needed to fight a war.
Starkly confronted with stares of depravity, feeling
fear stir within at the immense difference - horrible
turns, twisting all their lives in two.
Death, bloody messes, human flesh ripped and torn by
missiles, shrapnel and bullets; why? what for? isn't
life more precious than this?
Human beings have learned nothing of sorrow and grief,
they don't know how to apply bereavement towards a
future without wars.
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