The Mistakes of our Fathers

With the dawn of
the day
comes the rising
sun.
Bathing the land
with hope and light.
Giving life with each ray.
But with its height
it reveals a
horrible scene,
a black land of
destruction,
where no hope
exists.
In this dark land
live
the dead.
Changing life into
Desolation.
The surface is,
ripped,
torn
and burnt.
Nothing Lives,
everything
falls.
It starts with the feuding
of the old,
they send the young,
to finish what they
begun.
It buries the land
in a deathly
haze.
So many
enter,
yet so little,
leave.