The stench of rotted flesh
rises from the decaying bodies
as maggots swarm the uncharted teritory.
Deep under the ground they lie
mountains of corpses
covered in mud and dirt.
Left there to die
they were once alive
screaming out
to the deserted hillside.
But no human was there to hear
no one left to stop the unjustice
but the wind and the trees
for he would not stop it.
He who put them there
one at a time.
He left them there to die
to suffocate as the ground reclaims them
for no one else ever would.
Author notes
Written February 8th, 2006
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