Birthed into a fiery inferno Faceless children inherit this hell The modern currency: bomb shrapnel And ammunition shells scattered in The barren dearth and scarred hills Where piles of human bones Rise up from the arid earth Like roots + litter the ground With skulls + hardened flesh The ravaged empty plot With dismembered limbs and human ash There are no gravestones here There are no cemeteries here There are no headstones here To honour fallen ones This site is desolate The sight more desolate still Scorched in summer by infernal heat Swept in winter by bitter cold Remnants of an unvanquished war Remnants of a savage war