The soilders

The soilders stand on the hot red sand
And wait for their final orders
Knowing they will not survive this attack
Never again see their wives, sons or daughters
Never see the brilliant sun
Nor see the silver moon
Never bump into an old friend and then
Have tea until the afternoon.
These soilders know their going to die
Yet they fight for something with no value
You just simply cannot deny
That these soilders can't be thinking straight!
To see your friend crumpling to the ground
Like a piece of dampened paper
Simply cannot be mentally sound
For these men who cannot have hearts.
Are they simply toofull of pride?
To say " Mom look I've killed these men and have not died '
What are they trying to prove?
I have a bigger gun than you so I cannot lose?
Whenever I try to figure these things out
My head and stomach starts to hurt
To picture a boy in a shiny green uniform and a gun full of sadness and doubt
That he will never see his mom again
The blood and screaming, cries of pain
Is enough to make anyone go insane
But this one only seems to be me
Can no one else really see?
How pointless war can be?
How made up victory really sounds?
And this is just one of the tall mounds
The soliders will have to face
It really is a big disgrace
Of what mankind has become.