Their cries weren't being heard they mumbled,
the draconian world always overcomed,
a batch of whys , some trembling didn't help,
blaming the people, but we are the people,

in the eyes of many death seemed better.

They fought but their , aging weapons failed,
they crunched their fists and raised their voices,
refused defeat, but had to surrender,
good enough they weren't, tried acting upon
the current , marking their words with acerbity,

but still in the end death seemed better.

They felt agony like no other,
some couldn't survive the pain,but why ohh father?
went down on their knees and again beseeched,
look around dear sis,dear brother,
we're vanquished one way or another.
Their bodies are too weak our Dear one,
atleast amongst the gone,a thousand souls survived,
treacherous memories stained living minds,
tears running down their cheeks becoming a norm,
might as well give away your bodies and set your souls free,

because death seems better.

Some chose the road of courage,
whining was for the weak,
where did they end up ohh lord?
bless their fearless minds and brave hearts,
but to those with no hope,

death became their one way out.

They have been torturing their tangible temples,
to creat a harmonious generation,
the future and minds of marvelous creations,
but to those who suffered long enough,

Death seemed better.