Let's ponder over the meaning behind this poem which I happened to come across yesterday:

the beasts

I saw my brothers killed tonite,
in front of my two eyes.
though clear it was, that they were men,
like cattle, they were felled.

and every night I see again,
my brothers being killed.
beasts in camo brandish guns,
to cut them down like weeds.

the beasts march proud beneath a flag,
red lines of blood with stars.
they trample on through pools of blood
past mounds of brothers dead.

this bloody war they wage, they claim,
on terror: for we love peace.
they speak of peace, while bombs they plant,
reap corpses from my kin.

am I to smile? extend my hand?
greet them with words of peace?
or blind my eyes to growing mounds
of all my brothers slain?

or am I to laugh? or sing a song?
while they still hunt us down?
or clasp their hands, slick red with blood,
from the veins of brothers downed?

do they think I am a child,
who swallows fancy tales?
I know they lie to veil the truth:-
they wage war on my faith.

they wage war on our faith,
a voice echoes in my head.

they wage war on our faith,
echo brothers from their graves.

I faintly hear my brothers still,
in pleasure, firm in faith.
the promised truth has dawned on them,
the afterlife has come.

this life is truly false, I see.
an illusion, to try my faith.
now, my love for life has died:
I wait to join the dead.