Flesh That it Tore

. Flesh that it tore I've read all the poems and stories of war with details so graphic of flesh that it tore, all the lives it destroyed despair that it gave of children left crippled aside their own grave. With the soldiers in line stood proud at the head seen by the generals as fodder that's fed, over thousands of years it's now been the same ignoring the lessons and played like a game. That is all in the past the future's to come is it bloodshed ahead from people so dumb, or for once in their lives will man make a stand drop all of their weapons and take back their hand, while refusing to kill one another or maim, Showing those who shout orders it's no fucking game. Cougar.