If war is portrayal of man's nationalistic nature,
And the cries and moans are simply symphonies of his martyrdom...
Then let it be known that nationalism sans love and is a morbid ideal.
Where men kill while both nations crumble
Yet still justified by roars of guns and oppositions.
But as they say it is nationalism, a great thing we are expected to honour.
Despite the unattractive and grotesque portrayal of man against man,
Or brother against brother.