Poem: The Game of War

Fear in people's eyes,
terror in their minds.
And trying times
shed tears of pain
through anguished cries.

Bodies dropping to the dirt
while fallen souls are rising up
within the dust of dying men.
And soldiers' eyes
are pierced by death
while their enemy's beds
make their only rest.

Blood on their clothes,
empty are their souls.
And mortal men
embrace their fears
by killing their foes.

Endless killing for an end
while fighting souls are burdened by death
within their surly plays to live.
And leaders play
the game of chess
with men to expend
and lives to trade.