I dont want to fight

I can not write..
War poetry..
as The Master's have
finished the job..
Their lips are redder..
I can't improve..
I only foresee
my death as a poet..
if I should,
I wish all the pains
of war to vanish..
I'd fight for that..
if I could..
as we breach the hill..
it's in the hands of
the Commanding Elite..
They've shed more blood
than we ever did..