scrimmage of fools

there is nothing we can do now, you know? we got ourselves into that useless and bloody scrimmage, and what for? there was no reason for it, no reason to fight such a bloody battle. and yet we did, and we dug out trenches and we built our walls and we scattered land mines in the fields between us. and then the war was over, we stood still for a while then we resumed the peaceful relations. but it could never the same again, i suppose. the bloodshed was too great, and we cause too much damage. all the land between our now empty trenches is scarred, scorched and despoiled. it's all beyond healing.

it's now just a matter of time till we vanish from each other's world, for everything that keeps us together is the memory of a past that shall never return.