What you last felt,
What you last saw,
Body's litter the ground,
Screams echo in your ears.
Caked blood stains the snow,
Red water runs,
Mixing with tears of pain,
Lack of love and life,
Taken by a leader,
To make the perfect race.
Sold wide,
To die alone,
The last days,
Of better to be forgotten,

By Siobhan

Date: 24/March/2004