Brotherhood

In the flow of fabrics
beyond a painted window,
we saw our own soldiers.
Struggling to find
a better way to win.

Who will survive?

All waiting through the night,
just to die tomorrow.
They are naturally unstable
trapped beings as bombs
crush their fragile shells.

Their blood begins
to weave a tapestry
upon the battlefield.
They fell together
like a brotherhood.

Cruel, but to the point.