"Little Men Encased In Cold Plastic"

Hey this is from my Creative Writing Journal of Sorts, so I figured I'd throw it into the blog

On withered battlefields damp with crimson
Fallen soldiers gaze inward at their enemy
Clutching empty guns in vain desperation
Somewhere deep in mud and snow
A solider cries for the comforts of his home
Each tear reminiscent for fallen troops he’s seen
In plastic tarpsthey stare mutely out
The cause for such ruthless violence
Dead with so many of their gentle friends
Little men encased in cold plastic
Know that hate is the only enemy to fear