Analysis of Casualties of War

For some a subject to bore,

So they often ignore,

The deaths of many men.

The casualties of war,

Are filled with blood and gore,

Yet war springs up time and time again.

For many long nights

In a country's barren heights,

A skirmish over land.

Over several fights,

Scores are set right,

But blood is on his hands.

His friends have fallen dead,

And he wishes it were him instead,

For he is now alone.

Overwhelmed with dread,

His emotions misled,

His confidence dethroned.