Boom, Boom, bombs go off in the distance.
You can smell the blood drifting in the air.
Heads down low ready to fire,
No one thinks it’s fair.

Parents running for a place to hide,
Children hiding under a bed.
They fear they might die,
Yet the guns will decide.

Heavy bodies falling on top of each other,
Making a mountain.
Surviving families silently cry.
Their grief pours out as a fountain.

Under each bloody uniform is a sad man.
Hoping to see his family once more,
Wishing for this curse to disappear
And not be so sore.

Once a very beautiful land,
Has now changed to a barren battlefield.