Fallen Soldiers

We are dead.
Killed,
By the hands of others.
We are different,
But share the same fate.
Never to see the light again,
Surrounded by darkness.
Our blank eyes staring,
At the people who killed us.
We stare yet we see nothing.
Stunned by the quickness
Of our death.
Must we all share the same fate?
To be murdered by someone,
Who thinks their better?