A battlefield of innocent dead
left forgotten under the unaffected sky.
Cries fro justice and salvation lost in the wind.
Broken families created by cruel orders.
Human soldiers too frightened to ponder
upon those lives destroyed.
The cruel generals care for naught,
save the seductive ideals of power and glory.
At the expense of the weak, do the strong rule.
In a dark room, I lie awake
My thoughts detailing every mistake
Those decisions I did not make
What to do, What to do
I toss, and I turn
but those thoughts I cannot shoo
What was the cost
Surely, I’ve learned
busy days means a night of concerns