Metal birds cut the sky, bringing in a reign of blood
Coveted by men who lie, leaving wounds in the mud.
Well equipped soldiers play judge and jury juggling life,
Wrong and write teeter with a struggling plight.
Boots stomp the sand into submission, dust rises high
To the point that the sun goes missing.
The dark cut with night vision, advantage.
Nothing hides from the carnage, a savage in the village.
Bullets meat the red in a head on collision
The people hesitate but the wounds need no convincing.
Death spreads seamless through the walls
Seeping in the hinges of their joints and bones.
It’s the soot that engulf, reaching them in droves.
Howling bullets pierce the shadows all around
Singing past heads, some of us capture the sound.
We trade bullets like currency waging debt against lives
Throwing away civility and peace for ego and pride.
Each with a cause evil in nature but righteous in the flesh
As the bodies and the souls pile up in the rubbles mesh.
The fighting goes on with out a reset. Death misses no step.
This burden is carried among those who survived to tell it.
war gets us nowhere but that’s just one perspective,
Truth is we would all pull the trigger in a second.