Cities burn, buildings fall,
Casting shadows long and tall.
Children cry, women scream,
Caught in man’s dark, violent dream.
With a weapon in my hand,
I fought beside my countrymen,
Killing those who once had plans,
Whose lives were held in others’ hands.
No age, no bar, no end in sight,
We fight on through the endless night.
Some will fall, and some survive,
Left to mourn the ones deprived.
Today, I lost a friend so dear,
We had plans, now he’s nowhere near.
Tomorrow, it may be my day,
Yet still I fight, come what may.
The war is over, the silence loud,
But I remain, among the crowd.
I am not the lucky one,
But cursed to live until I’m gone.
To fight again in battles cold,
To die one day, forgotten, old.
The war may end, but I still fight,
Alone in darkness, without light.
