The Forgotten Death

Is there any possibility to remain alive? I scrutinized around but they all appeared same Young boys with an expression of terror ‘Is anybody there?!’ I The coldness of winter stretched everywhere gave out a shout My voice echoed through the lonely desert No sound responded except my own Sometimes ago it was tremendously noisy But with the trade of violence everybody hushed I walked around searching for existence Walking through the crowd of silence wasn't easy As I frequently stumbled upon the figures of dead Some of the faces weren't recognizable Yet I identified the fear in their appearances Suddenly, my eyes fell upon my companion! It seemed like he was having a bad dream His body was pierced by the bullets ‘Wake up sir!’ I shouted at him ‘Your wife and son are waiting with hope!’ He didn't care to answer back to me Tears welled up my eyes and so I spoke: ‘You have given up your life but for what? Death for death? Suffering for sufferance? I know you have sacrificed your breath Yet you will live a forgotten death…’