War Poem by The Wanderer

We are at war
Our leaders say that we must fight
For our homes
For our loved ones
For our lives
They say that we will triumph
That there is no need to worry
They say we must take as much lives as we can
Deaths gives us life
Lives are trying to give us deaths
We yelled and raised our fists in hope
But as we fought
Friends became memories
Relatives became caskets
Our home soon became a graveyard
We won the war
But it felt as though we had lost it
Our leaders said that we should not cry
They said that they died defending their home
That they died a beautiful death
But what home did they defend?
The home that they died for was no longer a home anymore
We had fought to bring back happinness to our home
Instead we brang grief and sorrow
This home is now just a land that was trodded on by the feet of war
Our leaders cheered in triumph and victory
They laughed at the face of war and death
Their lies was our truth
What started the war?
Who is responsible for all of this?
Why were we fighting?
Those questions lay alone and unanswered
As we lived our lives that were full of death