powowcow

When a War comes to a close The losses are always great Terrible and devastating All sides played their roles Doing their best to break the others Crack their defenses and break them in half In the worst of it, there was no quarter No regrets and no remorse were given The enemy must be shown pain In the end, what was accomplished When all the lights went out What is there to see but darkness The War is over The survivors take stock Find new light in the ashes Wars can be productive Can lead to new beginnings But the battle scars will remain Scars that bear as a reminder Of our wrongs and mistakes The guilt we must carry W