You see the bodies on the ground,
You hear the wail of the parents
The smite, the hate, the gossip over the body, the fair body.
You think you know death, you think you've seen how it feel?
For one moment they just wished for one thing that is not DEATH
A Break,
A break where their feable minds can admit that they are weak.
A break where their mistakes don't come calling back at them
A break when their past gets completely blotted out without an effort.
The force depression comes with is heavy
Words cannot cure it
Spirits cannot lift it
Clerics cannot kill it
Jokes cannot mild it
The people cannot fight it
IT IS THE TORNADO OF LIFE.
The next time you take a look at that body,
Before you say the next word,
Remember, sadness is not the same as Depression