I fled deeper into the forest

Away from others of my own kind

For I have lived a lifetime

Of hearing their war drums

Sometimes off in the distance

Others times closer to home

When I can hear war cries

Of righteousness and hate

That comes from all quarters

From all sides

I think of all the fallen

Those that marched into it

And for those many more

That were just in harms way

Was it for some

With their last breath

They longed that the war drums

Would become silent

Not for just them

But for those they left behind?