The DOGS OF WAR

Weary of being hunted and hounded
Tied of hunger and sickness,
Crawling among the dead and wounded
Suffocated along the highway of filth and fumes
Tattered and bruised spirits dragged by their misery
Hoping for light from the darkness,
Searching for solace among the ruins
Seeking a hand which can raise the fallen,
Trying to rest midst the chaos,
Trying to raise their heads above the anarchy

Alas, realising
The dogs of war are making merry
Celebrating their raise
Revelling in the victory
The shout of the fallen is unheard in the sounds of their guns
The voice of misery is lost in the deafening sounds of the victory
The shrills of the pain are unheard in the shrills of celebration
The shout to help goes unheeded in the shouts to kill
The DOGS of WAR are doing what they do best
To put an end to all the in- world misery