War-Personal Narrative

As I stood on the battlefield
With my leg planted to the ground
The earth began to rumble
The smoke filled the air
As cities began to tumble

The bullets were being fired
Soldiers dropping left and right
As my heart began to pound
The sounds of gunfire
Overtook every other sound

My thoughts they weren't with me
The scene of war is they were
The men that were dying
What were they fighting

Power,greed
It had to be one of those
For the bloodshed that we saw
That's the way it goes

As the night began to fall
The fighting continued
For this was day 122
A war just getting older with no signing of hope
Or preparation for it to end.