The futility of War
All around me
they lay screaming and shouting
for some of those here
this is their final outing
bullets rip through the air
with a whistling sound
Another scream
another body on the ground
I hear the sound of
a chattering machine gun
Each bullet taking
the life of another
father, brother, uncle or son
I am a medic,
alone on the ground
my fallen comrades
make no sound
The futility of war
I can see,
my fellow group
relying on me.
i run to the latest one
that has fallen
i can hear the shouts
of everyone calling
I close his wounds
he is frightened
his bullet wounds
between my hands are tightened
Trying to help him
as best as I can
he passes away
before I can
Looking up denying my death
I cradle his head
as he takes
his final breath
I hold the brave one close
and I gently cry
wht does the young
have to die!