Slowly disintegrating into ashes
Through days of pain
Withering in the gasses
What’s left will remain.
This is not a game.

Through biomes of despair,
Crouching with misery.
It wasn’t fair
Fighting for victory.
This is not a game.

Searching for hope,
Whilst comrades are in care.
They could not cope,
When they were in the air.
This is not a game.

During the war,
When bullets flew across.
We went far,
When their lives were lost.
It was all a lie.