In the darkness of night,
a thounderous sound erupts,
echoing its relentless warning
through the ground into the pits of despair.
A young soldier waits there,
silently going insane,
wondering, when the noise will end.
His uniform is worn and stained,
with the scarlet blood of death.
Short breaths, escape his parched lips,
as he shuts his eyes from the pain.
A pain that comes from killing and being killed.
Another sound erupts from above
and he wonders, when will the noise end?
Lifting a heavy hand upwards
he quickly drys the tears form his weary face.
Images huant his mind,
like a thousand nightmares come to life.
In his eyes, a reflection of empty coffins
awaiting mounds of mutilated bodies to fill them,
while outside the explosions increase,
hunting him like a dengerouse predator.
As another sun sets, he still wonders,
when will it end?
