• The young boy sets off
    Full of dreams of hope and adventure
    To be remembered for his great deeds
    On the battlefield

    He sees his death
    A heroic sacrifice
    Brave, and courageous
    Giving his life to save his people

    Alas! He heads out on the field
    And all such dreams vanish
    For a moment his realizes his folly
    And his world turns upside down
    And becomes covered in blood...

    The day, and the next, passes
    An old woman comes down the hill
    Weary from thousands of years of war
    She sees the boy lying dead

    She does not think of the sacrifice he made
    That was helpful to none
    Nor his courage, nor his glory, nor his honor
    None of which existed
    To anyone else

    Rather she turns from the body
    Repelled by its stench
    Wanting none of it
    Chiding the foolish soul that once rested in it
    And lets the vultures descend upon him

    Rotting Flesh
    Punctured Lung
    Bits of fingers
    That is the glory of war