PEACE WAR

The killing fields are empty

As far as I can see

The cannons no longer roar, spitting out death

All the pain and suffering

Long since put to rest

Standing on this sacred spot

Visions flood my mind

The twisted bodies

The screams of agony 

Rivers of blood paint the meadow crimson

Until there is no more sound

Only silence

Where did their souls go

Chasing the unknown in every direction

Looking for dreams that will never be found 

Looking on the killing fields

I am saddened

I am confused

What did they stand to gain

What peace did they hope to find

Will they never know

Will they ever learn

TARIII

06/05/02