Man Of The War

The
war is over
and
you are standing alone
on
the empty battlefield.


You
lost your war
and
with it your dreams
of
a better, heroic life


Death
is everywhere,
covered
under soft-falling snow,
but
the memories stay.


Memories
of a hope
that
lit the strong, wild fire in you
which
guided you through this fight.


And
now this hope is gone,
vanished
with the very first dew fall
on
the first day in beautiful peace.


Nowhere
to go
and
nothing left to do
for
a man with blood on his hands.


No
sword to hold,
no
men to beat and kill,
no
war to fight in anymore.


Peace
has finally come,
but
it did not come to you,
you
are a hungry warrior.
 
 


 Hungry
for blood,
hungry
for this cruel and life-destroying game
in
which you are loved by your sword.


No
love for you,
neither
from your sword nor me,
you
are a man of war in a time of peace.
In
your heart is hate,
your
soul is empty darkness
without
a way to flee.


The
war is over
but
still no peace for you
because
you are a man of the war.


Your
heart keeps burning,
for
one day you might become
the
man who changed this world, -
with
the sword in his hand.


And
war won’t end,
peace
will never come again
for
you are the Man Of The War.


And
we all will be.