War

Wails of pain
Death and sorrow
The mourning of mothers
Wives and children
Screams of men
New to death
Cries of birds
Ravens
Crows
And carrion
Waiting
Ever waiting
For the battle to end
So that they may feast
On the flesh of the dead

War is not glorious
Filled with riches and fame
War is filled
With death
With sorrow
With pain
With mourning

There is nothing glorious about it
This is the truth
Plain and clear
The truth with nothing cut

So beware
Young children
Of what you hear
Of gloies
Riches
Women
People may be swayed
By records
Of how many you've killed
The deaths you've caused
The mothers mourning
Widows and their children
Orphans
Fatherless children
All just for glory and fame
And a few gold coins
To be drunk away

Do not go to war
Thinking that you will come out unscathed
For friends will die
Leaders will change
For the good or bad
And you
May never be seen again
By friends
By family
By wives
By children

Do not think
That no one will be affected
By your death
Or the death of the man on your sword
Because someone
Somewhere
Will

A/N This is my, in my opinion, first really good poem. I really want reviews, so R&R, I'll give you an imaginary cookie if you do...