The battle lost,  the war  is  gone
All  the soldiers turned to bone
Weapons  broken  and  fotress to stone
Only echoes of cries and memories alone

No more the fields stained  crimson
No more the cries, the loss and pain
No  more the  pleas of the slain...
Only  silence  remains....

No  more the false glory,
No  more  the joyful  victory
No  more  the medals  and  the parades
Just the  sorrow of a dead man's story

And when the smoke has lifted
And  we  can at last  clearly see
Not  blinded by  the  powers that  be
From reality  we cannot hide or  flee

For  what use  is this  we call war
To kill our fellow man  for less than  naught
To  cause suffering  with  each  battle  fought
What  were we thinking, what prize we sought?
 

                                                                                Yudisthra  G
                                                                               28th March 99