The Unknown

The ones who break their backs and fall on their knees So others can stand; and be heard their pleas They are not seen. They are... The ones who work in the background Who blend in with the walls and make now sounds They are the worker bees. They are... The ones who work in the grunge So in success we can plunge, and say "hoorah!" They are the real "oohs" and "ahhs". They are... The ones we ignore, we laugh at and snore, We call them bore! We take in this lore that just because They are uncommon that we should take all in Their hard work and get the credit We know it's not fair, yet we don't regret it because... The broken bones, the fallen, the background, the walls the worker bees, the real "oohs" and "ahhs", the nameless the so-called "worthless" We are so shameless, for we only know them as; The Unknow.