For most it is a horror
Traumatic and unvoiced
Because its dilemma made
Is comparision to home
Said as back in the world
A place full of rules and norms
Where judgments are trivial
Bountiful for living in peace
So many expectations
Commitments so important
That make the mundane
A little more bearable
But in warfare they are few
Most important to stay alive
At least for a while
For others, for self
A place where carnage reigns
In a land of unknowns
Where there is only today
No guarantees for tomorrow
The pain, it goes away
The only curse worse than it
Is the numbing, aching
Anxiously wishing it to end
It is a dark and austere cloak
That drapes over the land
A canopy to hide from God
The slain and bloody hands
There is no plan to retire
Only to gain repose in earth
Its muting soil deafening
The clamour of conflict
Here is the pension gained
Living day to day accursed
Knowing one will be the last
Praying it comes quick
There is no place now
In a world that turned on
The pages have changed
The book now read is closed
So then now consider this
A plea to comprehend
Why if we do come back
There is only time to return
Comrades, look not back
Walk the path of living light
A trail of hope unceasing
Death can await its time