I see shooting in the streets,
Men killing Men in other uniforms,
Risking their lives for bits of
Shiny metal
And fleeting ideals.
I see these Men cry
Clutching the red bodies
Of fellow uniforms.
I see bombing.
Advanced machines for killing
With the sole purpose of causing
Suffering,
Fire raining from the sky.
I see War.
I see Hell brought on Earth,
Death coming in waves of metal,
Thousands of rounds a minute.
I see the Genius of Man,
Twisted on killing each other.
But when the uniforms cant be
Seen, covered in blood,
We all die Men
Just the same.