Aftermath of Battlefields

Sitting in a circle of wanton destruction
The debris engulfing this sadness
I look at this loss for life
And wonder where it all went

Swirling seas of childishness
Aching lands of fortune lost
How squandered things have been
And hallowed hearts a plenty

It begins to cry forlorn and broken
Not speaking for broken voice
Saddens to say the rotting tooth
Has loosed itself from the mouth

And in the end
We care
Not only for our sins
But for our children