What They are Fighting for

Step on the foot of a soldier
and cry for the mother who loses her son;
weep for the child who loses his father;
be devastated for the wife who loses her spouse.
Hearts die in the hand shortly after
and bullets lie bloodied on the ground.
The ruthless killing of many by those
who don't even know them.
and they fight blindly for patriotism and victory
but in the process, forget
mother
wife
and child.
So breathe a sigh for those they leave
for their country for which they fight
and hold on to their pain and hurt
with that strange realisation
that all they are fighting for remains pointless,
and unnervingly bare
only to render the loved, lonely in life
and directionless in their death.