The trenches of War

The blood and guts of those brave men.

The struggle between the opposing sides.

The pristine and precise mechanism in every single rifle,

The mountains of bullets, the mountains of bodies.

People dying,

People fighting,

People living, and

People crying.

The fight will continue to rage on,

It will never end.

Not because of the force,

But because of the people.

The passion that drives those soldiers,

Their ideas and believes they so eagerly hold on to and will never abandon.

So much hatred

So much anger

So much pain.

All for nothing,

Yet nothing for all.

Too caught up on winning,

Too caught up on fighting and destroying

They have forgotten how it had all begun.

They have forgotten their single purpose.

Hurting those around them

Leaving scars and legacy behind

Damaging not only their enemy, but the world

Further enriching this so called human nature.