100 Years

The guns fall silent.
Men peer out into the mist, shaken by the sudden stop.
A world in chaos, engulfed in violence takes a breath
The guns fall silent.
One shot had echoed across the world, turning into millions.
One man's death became the spark to light the furnace of rage and death
One world divided by imaginary lines became divided by fire, smoke, and metal
The guns rang out in vengeance
Long years spent entrenched and drenched in blood and mud
Gas and horror found homes in the minds of young men forever scarred
Nation against nation. Man against man. The world was on the brink of ending but then
The guns fall silent.
Peace was made. Man embraced man.
Enemy became friend.
Tears, smiles, furled brow and cracked voice mingled in a melting pot of emotion all because
The guns fell silent.

But they did not stay silent for long.
Soon their children found themselves on the brink of destruction
And though one war was ended, war carried on through the generations
For decades a new war took the place of the last.
And now the descendents of scared youth in trenches all ask
When.
When will the guns fall silent again.