The Forgotten Few

I stand on the edge behind you

Listening to your epilogue

You are one of many, not few

 

Another empty chasm filled

I will be your witness

Though I carry on, I am chilled

 

Present time passes slowly

And I forget where I am going

Even as the sun rises holy

 

Flickers of dust float near

Saltwater drips off my cheeks

You are dead but I am still here

 

The day break brings clarity

Without sympathy, we don’t need it;

We have forgotten prosperity

 

In favor of survival, we live

Regardless of how they destroy us,

We forget but never forgive

 

This is how we remain

The broken love of humanity

We are many fighting, not yet slain

 

Flickers of hope float neat

Blood drips off our cheeks

We are not dead, we are still here

 

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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