The sounds of gunfire, razing deserts

What of the long forgotten sons, who’ve made their dues, their payments to fathers uncaring.
Why?
Why?
Why?
Why has blood been spilt on faiths unfathomable? Why must mothers and daughters kill one another, ideal by ideal? Lack of faith to become heresy, and blood be spilt by the hand of the father.
Do the righteous kill another for indifference? Ought we to just damn them all with hell-fires of Napalm? Or do we all bear unto our children with our own ignorance and un-thought of hatred? The very unlikely become the forbears of War.
War
War
War
The screams of pain, undeniably so, will echo through their white-washed walls. Of their own designs, will blood rain, their soldiers are the miniscule targets and howls of mad laughter from the mutilated dying.
Drip
Drip
Drip
Slopped organs, intestines, livers, rivulets of fat, drained from their bloated corpses, and used to fill hungers. What inhumanity reigns over us? Do we all give in to our base animalistic brutality, compensating our lust for blood with false civility?
Slosh
Slosh
Slosh
Rivers running red with that crimson ooze and it comes from them, those whom have fought and died. With blade and bullet and mortar shell alike; for we all shall fall at the tooth and nail of steel shrapnel. Chunks of flesh will spill onto the ground, and for what; Gods, God? What is the use in these men and their wars when it only brings more bloodshed? How can one even comprehend the reason to kill so many innocent people?
Stomp
Stomp
Crash!
There goes the door, the children are screaming whilst papa is dying.  Their mothers praying for safety, it doesn’t come. They ask the booted, green men, “Why? Why are you taking papa?” No answer but a grunt and a slap.

The years will go by, and blood will have been spilt, it will happen again, rest assured, and the victors are cheering. The losers, however, are plotting revenge, blood for blood, the cycle repeats. Those vicious men, those crazed, bloodthirsty, death-mongers are heroes now. They have fought and massacred for what? Something that will never go away.