Stop
Fall back
Hollow and empty
Hands pressed against chests
Limbs fall like leaves from the dead tree
A new man takes the red spot without hope
Dark ashes rise up from beneath them, no mercy
They were human, they were the cause and the result
It pulls them down while heavy fire will burn their feet
Slide, grasp, pull, sharply until they are ready, another man
Blood will never be as brown as the color of the eyes that look into death
War
What makes us human ends humanity
©SEHO
An intense poem building up towards a violent ******