Seen so many faces.
Heard so many cries.
The tears of victory,
Or the tears of defeat.
War has heard them all.
Fearing no one,
But himself.
Walking for an eternity.
Through dark alley ways,
And beautiful green battle fields.
Destroying all in His path.
Not wanting to cause pain.
Hoping His existence isn’t in vain.
Against his will forced,
To follow those of others.
In His darkness moment,
War walks alone.
In the vastness of eternity.
to see the uprising of men,
And there inevitable downfall.
The needs of the many
Outweigh the needs of one.
War continues to walk forever,
With bleeding feet.
Holding war on a leash.
A couple of feet away from freedom,
His most precious friend.
He will never rest.
He will never be at peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really fantastic poem. The only winner in war is war it's self.