Roaring cries of war and steel,
thoughts of pity you cannot feel.
Words wrought with sounds of treason,
bound and gag with no rhyme or reason.
Men and beast die in vain,
no one else will know their pain.
Forgotten lore replaces blood,
ghostly shadows of where they stood.
Friend and foe fill the graves,
never to stand and fight again.
Monuments to the brave and free,
or a testament to one mans dynasty?