Shades Of Gray Poem by Megan Lacey

Do you see them? Do you?
A line of pale soldiers marching toward the stone wall.
There's so many of them-
These Shades of Gray.
They move forward, as if on parade;
On and on, over and over and over again.
They will march toward this low little wall of tumbled stones until Doomsday.
But they'll never make it.
They'll never ever make it.
And no matter how much I try;
There is nothing I can do to help them.