I see hopelessness and despair
Yet, the desire for revenge was aflare.
Tear-streaked faces filled with rage
And even on those with the littlest age.
They decided to live or to die
Than go on with their miserable plight.
I envy them: for their courage and their will.
Yet, I also pity that there's no room for that to fill.
What sanctity is there left to behold
When all that's left has gone to mold?
Rotten lives with greed, imbibe
The fallen left as their souls had died.
I see them leave for lands afar
But their wish, unfulfilled, held them by the collar.