Tears of The Dying

A heavy feeling in the air, see I couldn't prepare, what was I meant to witness there? Shrouded in dark, disinclined, heads down as they marched, working for a stalemate can taste particularly tart, keep the faith, see fatalities galore, death stepped in a home and then politely locked the door, dropping bodies on the floor, emaciation is a typical thing, here the circumstances couldn't be explained, I see a walking skeleton, placing grains and praying for change, only to pass away the following day, leaving families behind, the little children couldn't handle her dying, nobody's there to console the lonely cries, a shadowy hue, they'd never ask because they already knew, if I could I would just give them all my food, I'm in a gloomy mood, so much selfishness, help out the poor! The things we take for granted, some can use for sure