( WP ) An entire room full of people is dead-

A pile of bodies were stacked in a room - it was n't even a special room. Not a morgue nor a church. Just a room, a square room - horrifically small considering the amount of bodies it played host to. 
 
 The bodies were waist high for the officials, who gazed upon the pile with varying reactions. Some looked vacant, some looked horrified. A few even looked pleased. As they looked on the reality of the situation became ever clearer. These people were dead because of them, because of their decision. 
 
 After minutes of motionless examining the impact wore off, they were less human remains and more statistics, casualties in a war to keep power of the country. That's what they'd tell themselves, if they did n't do what they did - everyone would suffer as a result 
 
 But at least one of them wo n't forget the pile. The mass grave of unarmed civilians who received not a moments notice. Many of whom did n't question the government, some even supported them. At least one of them will remember their pleading eyes, motionless and displaced on their contorted and miscoloured faces. 
 
 At least one of them will remember why the use of chemical weapons is considered a war crime, especially when used on your own people.
