After A Battle

After a battle.

Women weep for the lost lives of their husbands.

It was something nobody wanted to partake in.

But someone had to do it.

Blood was spilt on the battlefield.

Unmoving bodies littered the ground.

After the ear-shattering screams of dying men, and the sounds of rifles firing,

The silence seemed almost unbearable.

Why can't we all just get along?