I hear the sound of dying souls.

In a war between friends and foes.

Screams of pain echo all around.

I tell you it is not a comforting sound.

I see blood flowing like a river.

The sight makes my nervous system shiver.

I feel the pain of all the dying.

All their eyes monsoonly crying.

Everwhere blood and gore.

Then i awake and hear my wife snore.

To myself i say thank goodness i was not there.

For some poor souls this life is not fair.