From the eyes of the Forgotten
A single tear falls fast and free
Landing at the feet
Of the Uncaring One.
From the hands of the Forgiven
The blood is calling me
Saying ‘child your part in this has
Just begun.’
‘I hear feet of the Unmoving,’
The Voiceless tries to scream
While the Unseeing claws away
At bandaged eyes.
And the Helpless, she stands up
And pulls the Faltered to his feet
And the Voiceless calls out
Echoing goodbyes.
And we, the unpeople, we stand. The Motionless, we march against injustice. The Meek, we fight the will to be suppressed. The Forgotten, we emblazon our names into your memory, begging you to forget us again. We unite. And it is beautiful.
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