Blood Shed

Blood shed,
Spilling quicker and thicker,
From the First World War
To the Second,
Cultures clashing,
A long list of demands needs to be fed,
Raise your arms, break the laws,
More blood, more harm, more kills,
More civilians struggling to stay still,
The clash of many innocence,
Through rash orders
And this world filled with pestilence.

Fight this war,
They tell you what to do,
No questions asked; only rifles and targets,
Hide the truth
With bullet holes through your chest,
Nest your soul and your thoughts,
But your mind is now covered in blood,
The lives lost, the whole village blood-shot,
A grenade in your hand, someone's heart in the other.

Women, children screaming
Another round of gunshots; Booyaa,
Some loading their automatics,
While the one's struggling use their fists
To go out with a bang,
Hiding in the torn shed,
Hiding under another dead body,
Not much shelter left,
Almost everything is burned to the ground,
Too much loss of blood,
More blood spilling; filling the sea,
Bodies are dumped in empty holes,
A government's plan to exterminate the poor.