The Battlefield

"Save us!" they cried,
tears made of blood.
It burns their eyes,
as they cry "War."
The pain exceeds limits,
they're tearing out their own eyes.
He's filled with sadness,
and deprived of love.
"Please, forgive me;
my people are weak!"
They order their new army,
to descend among the meek.
The army marches on,
walking for so long it gave them pain.
"The battlefield!" someone cried,
as they approached an painful sight.
The fight, seconds away,
from a troublesome loss.
They beg and plead,
"Please don't kill our young!"
The fight, it's over,
the weak are gone.
But later that night,
some stranger to both tribes fell among this place.
But was not prepared for,
all the bloody faces.
The war starts again,
as ghost rose from the grave.
Now the battlefield,
is a deadly plane.
For whoever comes onto the ground,
will be thrown away.