Echoes of War

When the night isn't just boredom
But a faint sickness to live
Itinerant,
Schizophrenic,
Such a phobia engulf the body
Of the sower of death.


Another body hit the ground,
Falling under your murderous hand
Violence breaking silence,
With the echoes of guns,
Mental aberration strike all
From enemies to victims
Pitiless as emptiness
Such are the soldiers of horror

Fighting for honor,
Killing for belief
Such are the ways of war
With its herd of soldiers
Along with their tanks, and their bombs and their guns
Such abomination do they bring that
Rivers of tears flow to the ocean of pain to wash their act of killing.