Topic: Futility Of War
I found him by the river
in the early morn
his blood soaked clothes
from a gaping wound
i stripped his shirt
and dressed the wound
the best that i could
but to no avail
he passed that afternoon
said he`d marched all night
and carried a flag held high
served his country with pride
but from friendly fire he die
sadly another life lost
in the pursuit of what
this started as a song but i`ve kept as a poem as i wouldn`t know how to tell this story with music.