Useless War Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Useless war
Red crosses on the graveyard near the battle,
bled, corpses of dead soldiers flew in the air
soldiers killed twice, for the enemy once is not enough.
A skeletal hand land near him, he shuddered but had
to advance over the field as ordered.
There was a lull, he sat leaning to a boulder wondered
what he was doing here in a war far from home in
a country, not his, he had been told he was fighting for
his country but didn`t believe it anymore.
This was a political war fought influence and greed it
had nothing to do with defending his country but
he was stuck in a deadly quagmire.
When the artillery struck up again, he got up advanced
and stepped on a landmine.