A Cultural Hell Poem by Christopher Cariad

A never ending war
in a never ending place.
What the hell is going on
when we kill our own
and spit on their graves?
With no hope for peace
and no chance for embrace,
we watch those men that fall
and laugh in their face.
Calling them the cowards of their cause
while staying quiet in the homes we call safe.
Never lifting a finger
to help those poor souls.
This war will carry on
till death wins all.
Leaving nothing,
but the bloodshed and hate.
Stagnant to the culture that we humans have made.