In the Valley of Death

In The Valley
of
Death
It is dark, cold, wet and dreary here,
the scent of rotten corpse`s,
is the natural.
It is hopeless in the eyes of fear,
for life is taken
daily here.
It is not of love or of care here,
it as if life never
existed here.
It is as if man is an evil form,
here he has
no place here.
It is his home,
here,
yet he has no hope of
future here.
It is as if I walk alone here, no man can feel
my shame, yet
only
I can bear
my pain, here.
It is only I to die this day, and only
my family cry, here
I lay, here.