I Lost A Friend.

The thundering aura of death is hollow,
With the rain soaking a line of faith,
Compacted into warriors of peace,
And ironies for death increase.

Fighting for men never seen,
Dying only for acquainted comrades,
Only smiles appear when the battle is won,
Only when enough die for nothing.

Dying for those who may never fight,
Sacrificial innocence requires faith,
Wishing war did not exist,
Time will always wait.