Hidden Truth: A War Sonnet

By dusk the smoke ascends from perished flames

Shed tears and blood corrode the ravaged soil

Among the dead who have but not a name

Crickets strum harmonies of vile turmoil

Thunder shatters the sky, a burning flash

Shining light for despaired mourners to see

That despite the triumph etched on the ash

For mankind this is not a victory

A nightmare for all, terminus for some

The waving flag is where the demons dwell

A denouement to all that is to come

Upon the grounds where morals go to hell

A message rises from inside the squall

If we don’t end war it will end us all