Peace Was A Luxury

The grey clouds

Hover over the

Lifeless soldiers

Drenched in blood

Their lives filled with

Memories of violence

And bloodshed

Peace was a luxury

They could never afford

Even after death

Their bodies lie cold

In gruesome conditions

The look of misery still

Evident on their weary faces

Their graves are filled with

Eerie silence

Peace was still a luxury

Which they could not afford.