Poem: War

A day, a death
A shot, last breath.
An endless war of machine gun roar.
But have no fear for an approaching year this war will be no more.

Yet more lives are lost, what be the cost for the generals of this glorified war?
Nothing compared to the cries of despair from the families, the friends and peers.
So generals of war, listen to those who've hopes to see another day.
Before you deploy those pawns of your battles, consider the lives you'll lose.
Because the people who fight and the people who win are not always the same thing.