Forgotten

Words subdued,lost and deprived

Thousands upon millions upon billions

With just the will to…survive

The reason for existence hidden

Terror; instilled in my heart

Nothing great done,nothing to set apart

No longer anything like Mozart

No memory for those to impart

Have’s, have not’s ; is anything really done?

Once “lived”, then long dead

Fallacious to think anything was won

Naught of substance said

Will we waste away to dust?

Will we be engraved in the mind of the nation?

Will we continue to treat our words unjust?

Or will we liberate our thoughts without stipulation.