War Eternal

f-16's fly overhead
To fill those down below with dread
Bullets flying past the dead
and nary a tear for them to shed.
Buildings crumble to the streets
Bodies cold and white as sheets
Bombs are dropped like winter sleet
in a place where the living and dead meet.
And no one knows what is in store
Or why we're in this hellish war
We're left to guess forever more
to spill our brothers to the floor.
Sometimes I sit and cry inside
Each life we take we die inside
And as we turn a blind eye inside
to the men and women who have died.
Children running with Ak's
Their innocence was stole away
They just want to see another day
and now to death is who they pray.
In the trenches and the mud
There you'll find civilian blood
They hope the next bomb is a dud
and wash away the red in suds.