The Silent Battlefield
Tis a time of turmoil
where the battle cries pierced the once-silent horizon
The clang of metal against metal
echoed across the plains.
That madness,
that insane urge to kill
an unreal enemy.
In another life,
we might have been brothers
But in this ugly reality,
we are forced to become sworn enemies.
And it begun with a yell,
when the captain charged his troops
into the face of Death.
When the woven web of Lies
are laid to rest with Deceit,
side by side in a field-turned-graveyard,
The stench of Death lingers in the still air
Armour abandoned with rotting flesh
accompanied by the non-ending buzzing of flies
eager for another meal
provided by the folly of mankind
who are eager to quench
their fanatical thirst for conquest
which lead to nothing more
than a barren field
bobby-trapped with mines,
littered with the bitter bones of men
who were lead astray
by Lies and shameless Propaganda.
And then,
everything was still.
