War by Sidney Seinfeld

The horror of explosions sound about.

As we march through the front lines,

people holler and shout.

I peer at my mates- faces of

Fear, anguish and doubt

marking the time. 

The firing gunshots torture my ears.

The ringing of bullets goes on for years.

No Man’s Land is filled with

Every lad’s fears.

Revolting smells take control of my nose

As gushing rivers of red stain my clothes.

I ponder. Why must there be war?

Sigh, only goodness knows.

But… Is there any goodness left on this Earth?

Or has it all vanished? 

There only seems to be death.

People are dying, getting wounded and hurt.

Is this what our lives are really worth?