There is no business like going to war.
Millions of men
meeting their death.
Their cries of sorrow and pain
lost in the wind, imagining how long they must wait
for their freedom.

But did the price of freedom
have to be war?
Will their wait
for peace among men
never come? Will they have faced pain
and death

for nothing? Is their death
truly meaningless? They died for their freedom
but will their spirits only go through more pain
when their true cause of war,
defending our peace, is no more? Will men
continue to wait

for something that cannot happen? Or will their wait
to avenge the death
of the men
they loved prove to have a freedom
all in itself? They think the war
is evil, that their pain

along with the pain
of those who must lay in wait
to see the future of what war
brought is in vain. And their internal death
will never show them the path to freedom
and will never avenge the men

who have fallen before them, good men
who’s pain
in fighting for their freedom
couldn’t possibly be for nothing. But how much longer can they wait?
How much more death
must we endure before the end of this war?

Will those men wait
forever? Living their life in pain? Watching their loved one’s death
for freedom in their heads in constant playback? Or will this war end?