Two Torn At War

He was a man of wealth,

Of prestige and good health.

He never struggled to get by,

He knew when he left his family would cry,

He was off to find new opportunities to be,

To fight for his country.

She was a woman living poor,

Living without a family and nothing more,

She could barley get by,

Every night she would come home and cry,

So she packed her things to go and fight,

Not knowing if death would find her those nights.

Their countries were torn at war,

Then sending thousands of troops more,

With casualties on high,

They knew their fate could be to die.

As both traveled though the rough terrains,

Focused on the pride for their country to gain,

They stumbled into each other and began to attack,

Knowing the want to kill was something they lacked.

They fought there with blood dripping down,

With the smell of dead bodies and the loud bombing sound,

Then they looked eye-to-eye and began to stop,

They saw how war had caused their hearts to drop.

As they came to realize why,

A plane dropped a bomb from the sky,

And they took each other and held on tight,

Wishing to live though it with all their might.

“BOMB!” that was the last thing heard and said,

And when it came down,

There were two more casualties,

The brother and sister were dead.