Perpetual war by Tom Sharp

The blood of soldiers fertilizes our fields. Scavengers feed on their horses and our generals do nothing. We labor on our city walls and keep our beacons burning, while the wars continue. Both armies and people are worn out, worn out and pecked at by birds of prey, but nobody thinks they have a choice.

战城南 by 李白 (Li Bai)

去年战，桑乾源，今年战，葱河道。 洗兵条支海上波，放马天山雪中草。 万里长征战，三军尽衰老。 匈奴以杀戮为耕作，古来唯见白骨黄沙田。 秦家筑城避胡处，汉家还有烽火然。 烽火燃不息，征战无已时。 野战格斗死，败马号鸣向天悲。 乌鸢啄人肠，衔飞上挂枯树枝。 士卒涂草莽，将军空尔为。 乃知兵者是凶器，圣人不得已而用之。