A War for Peace.

Poppy fields ?...No not quite, guns and explotions roam the land
People giving their lives for causes they may not believe in,
Cruely dictated and sent to die...is this what people call honour ?
I fail to see triumph in such a predicament, i can only see death.
My fellow men wither and die, for they are ridiciously out numbered
They march to heaven for loyalty to but march to hell for judgement,
My Tears hit a canvas and dry, for they serve no purpose on this scale
For now i see the poppy fields, for the guns and explotions fall silent.

I Shall EDIT more into my verse tomorrow because i will still have time so don't post.