War's True Horror

Wrote this sonnet for a friends homework. Now ya'll can't say I never did nothing for somebody.

My vision clears, my ears no longer ring,
The battle over, our victory won.

But no cheers sound out amongst the dying.

The true battle for them only begun.

The horrors of the war now fill my gaze,

horrors of pain, of blood, and flesh and steel

horrors that were lost in the battles haze.

The truth that now has become very real
That the horror isn't that men are dead

but that its our hands that are painted red.