These men,
The ones we forgot.
Their bodies thrown in pits as if they were not gods in their own time.
Strewn about on the fields of battle, these forgotten Saviour's lay in waste for eternity.
Is this how we honor our dead?
Is this how we care for our death messengers?
They end others existences so that we may enjoy our simple life pleasures.
They rot in forlorn corners of the world so that we may embrace our loved ones at night.
We men are wretched animals that inhabit this foul ground.
For until we can honor our dead and soon to be dead, we will always be animals, no higher than what we prey on.
