As I carry the weight of thousands, Wandering through the hellish landscape, My thoughts turned to what lied ahead, To what may not be tomorrow. From the depravity of humanity, From the thoughts that I can only muster, Brought upon a revelation that made me think, What man has made of man. From the streets decimated to ruins, To the savage folk finding their way, All I can do is pray, That one day the war will end. Armed men outfitted to kill, The gears of bloodshed know no end, Aiming for their arbitrary victory, But none stopping the tides of war. Military machinery roar from behind, Destruction looming on the doorsteps, And I can only help but wonder, What hope is to find there. If this is the future foreboding, If such is the will of our
