un-victorious

the battle is won
there is no one left
gun in my hand
bullet in my leg
as i look upon destruction
i see nothing but death
i'm unsure what was accomplished
with all these people laid to rest
somewhere far away
politicians are celebrating
none here or near enough
for my bullet which is waiting
'we die' for our country
but get nothing in return
another forgotten name
another lost soul
our families remember us
for all those 'things' that we once did
but if they had seen what i saw
they wouldn't know how to live