Bangs fill the air as shooting from both sides never begins to cease.

Smoke fills the air as shots are fired from both sides of the land.

War is like a never ending cycle of death

As the sun goes another day ends as black as the night.

It just keeps on going until a truce is made.

The day is as black as the night because the smoke blocked the sun.

War is a ghastly inhumane act of stupidity.

Tired sore and hurt they keep fighting.

Each morning thinking it would be their last day.

The ruined battlefield shakes,

as explosives fall like rain from inhumane warplanes.

When will it ever end… 

by Zach