War Never Changes

Some thoughts on war throughout the ages

The tools of the trade are always to change
But the victims of war forever the same
The king won't be found on the firing range
War his to declare, the downtrodden to wage

Villages burn while the palace stands tall
The poor not invited to his dining hall
Soldiers stand vigilant guarding the wall
While aristocrats dance at a festival ball

When the warrior's task is finally done
And the time has arrived for him to go home
He finds that the people he loves have moved on
This his reward for suffering strong
He comes to the realization alone
We don't live in a world where right battles wrong