The man stood, shovelling bloody corpses into his cart
In a former battleground, as ordered by superiors
He looked to the sky, wondering if what he was doing was the true right,
Then continued to shovel, as his commanders were always right.
Posted in response to the challenge Loyalty.
Can you imagine the life of a fly?
To hover around idly,
In the area of higher beings,
Feasting on their remains,
Escaping when they see you
I don’t think enough people
Consider the value of being nice.
Hold a door open for
Someone you don't know.
Give a sandwich to
One day, on a dry summers night,
A winged monster swooped in, looking for a fight
It burned and it broke everything it could find,
Then it left, leaving carnage behind
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