War

Post-war poem that incorporates my a bit of my beliefs about basic human nature

War

I lay bleeding, surrounded by corpses
I am but another casualty of war.
The power hungry leaders we trusted with our lives
Sent us to the battlefield to risk them.
In this beautiful meadow that was once green and lush,
My brothers and sisters fought to the death.
My fellow humans trampled the flowers so abundant
Then watered them with blood.
The nearby river runs ruby red, and the banks are stained.
Small mountains of bodies litter the land,
Bloated, some gazing empty eyed at the sky
As if wishing to rise above this carnage.
The small threads tying me to the world begin to fray.
The darkness is surrounding me,
And I realize now how corrupt we are.
The human race, created equal.
There is no equality in life,
Only in death.