Dead man's land

There is a trace of breath left
In the lifeless body lying abandoned.
With misty eyes, it is begging -
Give me air, I can live
Get me water for my thirst of
The world is still not quenched.

We wont help you, you fool
Every man makes
His own sustenance here
If u don't have the strength
To walk your way to the well
Die, and death will befit you.

But I am hurt, broken, beaten
Help me today, and I will
Bear fruit of your efforts tomorrow.
Shelter me from the clouds
Which I promise will pass;
This gloomy night sky
A ray of light will follow.

But who has the leisure
Who would lead the cause,
They will let him die to
The wounds they have caused.

Another flower withered
Another flame extinguished
It was but an hour till the
Dawn could come unhindered.
A dying soul wanted but
A moment to lean on.

Tomorrow he will walk
Like the rest of his kind
A living body,
But the soul left behind.

And then they blame
Him of treason
To the world ,to his self.
He will just listen
And walk on to his grave
Knowing in his heart
What led him to his fate.

Never of speaking his pain
For who will understand
Life's sweet sound
In a dead man's land.