Rust

We live in a world.
One of iron and blood.
We, and our ancestors built, 
great things,
while others took credit.

We live in a time.
One of decay and death.
We, and our ancestors survive,
While others live on our back.

We Die, 
in this world,
in this time.
We struggle, 
to build,
to survive.
so others may live against us.
so others live in a utopia,
While our people decay.
While our world turns,
to rust.

Reviews

[The Poet of Black Wings]

This is not necessarily what i was saying.

[Dhaye]

It's true. Everything has an end... but would start again. Life is a cycle. We would turn into ashes but our blood will flow into this world ...through our children.

[falling_toxic_rain]

A evil cycle? But where does it end?
Intersting choice of words by the way, (blood, rust, iron)
Nice