in trenches as they lay
Brother on brother
Stacked like bales of hay
Every war and any war
since time began
The look of hollow madness
in the eyes of the warrior man
He follows the leaders law
against his conscience bare
Eyes of hollow madness
conditioned not to care
The horrors of war...
never cease to become less
All the sights and all the sounds
in the eyes of hollow madness














Wonderful write, Deb.











