Brothers and Sons and Us

As much as I have been bothered
At the prospect my brothers would have to go and fight
A war on a foreign soil
That they did not cause

It bothers me more
To think of my sons
Dying on that same battlefield

But worst of all
I saved the fear
For myself
Dying
Over all that nothing.

The cannons sound loudest,
I imagine,
In your own ears

And the blood the reddest.