[PTR] [ANT] Battleground musings

This is something I wrote back in the dark ages: the pre internet years, sometime in PUC or initial stages of enngineering college. I was in a War/Death/Darkness mode back then. I thought it was good to write (what I thought was) "serious poetry", with stark imagery and protesting war etc. I guess the hangover of those thoughts still exist, dunno...
Note there there is almost no sense of syllablic metre, and it is almost blank verse, only that I've used a rhyming scheme...
Anyway, here goes: :-)

Battleground musings

I awake at the sound of a faraway cry
I know what it means, and yet it means nothing
Just that another fellow human did die
I feel no sorrow, just numb at his passing.

I see the fires under the dark night sky.
I know he's dead, and know there'll be more
Strewn, the corses of young men lie
I see the broken men, and no ones keeping score.

I hear the noises pierce the night air.
I know they portend death, and move to kill in turn.
About the thoughts that haunt me, i do not care.
I'm aware i'm a fool; and yet dont learn.

I watch the young boy brutally felled
I see the jagged tear that robbed his years.
His mother pines, with his hands held
I see the wounds, awash with her tears.

I'm no more apalled at a death so young
I've seen it before, and will again
More young men die, their songs unsung
I feel, hidden deep, a searing pain

I rue the day i stepped on the field
I have slain fellow men, stilled in fear.
Trying too late, to mourn for those killed
Knowing now, killing doesnt make me superior

I know now, while praying for an end
I nurse my sorrow, and my shattered dreams
Knowing full well, that matters may ne'er end.
There may ne'er be an end to the screams

I feel around me, a shroud of despair
I hope to lift through, out into light.
Maybe it'll end if we try to care
A dawn of salvation, ending night.

Ananthapadmanabhan R