From the cavemen using clubs as each side throwing rocks
Bodies recover, but not with the loss of blood, dying of shock
Serious injuries always lead to death, broken bones and flesh
To an era of men encased in steel, forged swords and shields
A violent clash of armies, the newly dead bodies litter the field
Even protected by armor, knights will pay the cost of honor
To the time of bullets, bombs and tanks, technology reigns in war
In fragile flesh still, the technological acts of war leaves scars
Staring at decay before us, our world is fallen, our damnation
“Never think that war, no matter how necessary, nor
how justified, is not a crime.” Ernest Hemingway
