PsychoNerd

Walking through the valley, Fighting off the smell Of the rotting corpses Strewn throughout the hell The faces staring and pallid white Showing no expressions The souls now resting peacefully Finally free from their depressions The people were strangers There was no one I could trace. Even in my innocence A tear slid down my face. Their lives had been stolen from them Robbed in ignorance and greed The command for their lives given by a warlord Who, to history gave no heed Why must we kill for power? Fear indeed gets things done But a malicious controller Is surely loved by none. How can we believe war fixes things? It's j