Beautiful skies painted in amber grey…
Shady trees, as the leaves fall on the pathway.
Distant cries of children, as the people pray.
But I keep my distance… I stay away.
Towards the country side,
I see hills were the bodies lay.
Decomposing from last spring,
But the whole town is filled with cowards
So still the bodies may lay.
I have no pity on them;
They chose this path that day.
Judgment Day has come and gone,
I wonder why I am still here…