by Chance Johns

blood and ash stain the ground,
brothers and friends lay beside eachother as fate flips a coin,
i walk by a dark shadow on the battlefield,
...
why must man shed blood to bring peace,
why must they destroy what was created,
i have seen wars come and go,
i have seen pain and suffering,
but i can give no hope,
i am the angel of the battle field,
and for as long as there is war i will be here