A faint beating journeys across the land,
The conformative sounds of an army marching;
Traveling across the grassy plains
Moving as a unitary thing.
Gunshots echo across the field,
The air filled with screams of fright;
Bloody masses slump to the ground
Amidst this raging fight.
And once the smoke had faded
All but one lay dead;
"What was it we were fighting for?",
The victorious soldier said.