War Without Border

Smoke and fire, burning building and leafless trees, behind a low wall a solder lies on his side, head resting on a brick, his rifle neatly beside him and the enemy was advancing throwing hand grenades. I look at the picture of World War 1, the scene is of utter destruction, and the sleeping soldier who doze the longest sleep, wears a grey coat and I´m drawn to the peace his body exude. His body will be picked up by stretch bearers who, will put him in a basement of a burnt out house, check his name and put his remain in a mass grave interment of individuals takes too long. This war of mass murder was not fought for freedom or to get rid of a dictator, pursue democracy with guns in hand, but for big power to flex their muscle and its outcome was odium and the rise of extremist parties.