The Endless March

"The Endless March"

From a Soldier's Eyes

I march through fields of shattered dreams,

Where silence screams and daylight bleeds.

The earth beneath, a scarred refrain,

Echoes the sorrow, echoes the pain.

War is a shadow that never fades,

Born from fear, in endless parades.

It feeds on pride, on hate, on greed,

A cycle spun by human need.

I see the faces, young and old,

Stories of courage, stories untold.

But beneath the valor, beneath the fight,

Lies a truth too dark for light.

This world, a stage of endless strife,

Where peace is brief, and war is life.

For as long as hearts hold fear and scorn,

The seeds of conflict will be reborn.

I fight not for glory, nor for fame,

But to survive this cruel game.

Yet in my soul, a silent plea

Will this war ever set us free?

 No!

the war will never truly end,

While wounds of hate refuse to mend.

For in the hearts of humankind,

The thirst for power is intertwined.

So I march, a ghost in time,

Bound to this endless, tragic rhyme.

A soldier’s truth, a solemn vow—

War lives on, and always will somehow.