Carnage

Tomorrow is not a promise
Today soon fades
In the land of yesterday

Life is uncertain
And this is for certain
The sun rises and sets
On the land that bleeds.

Night falls
The sound of running soldiers
Crossing in the path of the enemy
Touching only what they can
And what they can not see.

Songs of the heroes
Cry loud with a crack
In their voice
The choice of dying or living
Is not an option

With their voices low and bold
Praying to God for help below
Here, passion lives and dies in
Seconds of the carnage.
That will soon arrive and death
Will be as a mirror.

Just as the wind blows
A soldier falls
Just as the season’s change
Another mother plants her seed

back into the ground.