What hope remains fades into dread
Rolling about in the filth and sludge of rotting flesh
Pillars of corpses stack with the ferocity of the tides
And white sand stains red with forgotten ideologies
In death only memories remain
Father time turning to cannibalistic tendencies
While God fails to shed a single tear for the lost
And families drown in sorrow over unnamed martyrs

Imprints wash away in the sand
Even as we step on the unmarked sepulcher of thousands
I’m afraid to die not out of cowardice
But for the pain I’ll cause
As my blood dissipates in the vein of history.