Where Once We Walked

A poem about fallen soldiers.

Where once we walked beneath the sky,
Now only our markers lie.
The bloodstained ground where we once waged war
Are used as battlefields no more.
Once we left, our families cried,
We left for war, where we would die.
For weeks and years we trained to kill,
Spent millions from the worker's till.
Over our enemies in planes we fly,
Our best friends dead, our patience tried.
It rains fire down below,
At night we watch the haunting glow.
And why do we fight,
And spread such plight?
For in war, who really wins?
Lives are lost and people sin.
Where once we walked beneath the sky,
Now only our markers lie.