The War to End All Wars

There laid a battlefield shot rife with raging warfare.
People fought with Life itself to give some sort of meaning to their

(In empty hopes and shallow graves)

Trenches, dug by hollow delusions to which they became slaves,
Climbed further down, whilst defences rose higher to shelter them from Truth's sniper bullets;
And no-one there broke rank to condemn.

A creeping barrage hid the enemy from their blinded eyes
And left them dead.