The sky is dark, the air is damp
Bombs light the sky yellow, red and white-
With my heart becoming a dim light
I continue to march on until the race is won

I pass the corpses
I pass the shadows
I pass the crying widows

Every weapon we had went off
Striking down hope to everyone we met
Until I met my enemy with strength in his eyes
In them I saw….

In them I wept.

He whispered: 'Have no doubt
One day we can work this out
Tonight, maybe we are going to run
And dream of when the morning comes.'

I let down my gun
I dare not fire upon my brother, my son
Raising a hand, lighting fires
With blazing souls burning with desires

I know the sky could be blue
I know the bombs could slumber
I don’t mind
I just need to know its not a waste of time...

Chris Foley

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/war-conflict-life/