The Depressed 1

Casualty Of War

 

 

Awoke by the distant sounds of the drums of war

 

Want me to take the lives of people I never seen before

 

They tell me that they are the enemy so they must die

 

I am sure they are telling the other side the same lie

 

I find myself buried in a faraway muddy foxhole

 

Encircled by darkness as the cannons smoke blows

 

I write a blood soaked letter to send to no one at all

 

As bullets fly by me those around me start to fall

 

I know that I will soon die like so many have before

 

To be marked down simply as a casualty of war