As I march across no-man’s land,
Weapon in hand,

I hear the cries and screams of the wounded.
And I, soon did

See the scars and blood,
Dead bodies in the mud.

What led to this?
Just peace would be a bliss.

All this is un-civilised,
To think, somewhere, killing is prized.

Everyone, just give peace a chance,
Please, no unpleasant rants.