And Still The Fighting Does Not Cease - 759 AD and yet 1300 years later we say the same

Thinking of My Brothers on a Moonlit Night
Du Fu

月夜忆舍弟

戍鼓断人行
边秋一雁声
露从今夜白
月是故乡明
有弟皆分散
无家问死生
寄书长不达
况乃未休兵

yuè yè yì shè dì

shù gǔ duàn rén xíng
qiū biān yí yàn shēng
lù cóng jīn yè bái
yuè shì gù xiāng míng
yǒu dì jiē fēn sàn
wú jiā wèn sǐ shēng
jì shū cháng bú bì
kuàng nǎi wèi xiū bīng 

Garrison drum cut person movement
Autumn border one goose sound
Dew from today night white
Moon is homeland bright
Have brother all disperse
No home ask die life
Send letter all not reach
Particularly as not stop fighting

The army drums cut off human travel,
A lone goose sounds on the borderland in autumn.
Tonight we start the season of White Dew,
The moon is just as bright as in my homeland.
My brothers are spread all throughout the land,
No home to ask if they are living or dead.
The letters we send always go astray,
And still the fighting does not cease.

The army drums cut off human travel,
A lone goose sounds on the borderland in autumn.
Tonight we start the season of White Dew,
The moon is just as bright as in my homeland.
My brothers are spread all throughout the land,
No home to ask if they are living or dead.
The letters we send always go astray,
And still the fighting does not cease.