Dead Souls

Dead and forgotten
All the bloodied bodies
Those who were killed
At the hands of another
The other fighting
For the will of a ruler
Whether solider
Or gladiator
Or slave
Those who have bled
Upon sharpened iron
Into the mud
Or those who fell
To shrapnel
We live to destroy
Ourselves and others
Yet claim to be above that
Though none carry swords
And few hold guns
We use fists
Or words
To wound bodies
Or kill spirits
Honour to the fallen
Courage to the ones left behind
Tears fall
Mixed with blood
Angels flee
And darkness engulfs
Our past, our future
The killing never stops
And the spirit never lives