Buildings fall in burning flames.
Bodies strewn across the plains.
Mothers weep for fallen friends,
While children watch the coming end.
I see nothing.
The stench of death clings to the air.
Poison gases here do fair.
Sweat and blood is everywhere
And chokes the life of man and heir.
I smell nothing.
Bombs explode so deafeningly.
Fires roar triumphantly;
Preying on once great cities.
A mother screams for her baby.
I hear nothing.
Food is scarce in times of war.
Children hunger for some more.
Naught to soothe a throat parched sore,
But tainted water on the moor.
I taste nothing.
A dying girl cries out in pain.
Her mother holds her hand in vain.
Seeping through her dress blood came;
Liquid life washed out by rain.
I feel nothing,
For life has made me numb.