ECHOES OF THE FORGOTTEN

 

deep beneath the earth they lay 

their bodies gradually soothing the clay

decaying beyond recognition

the lousiness of time in volution

their bones wax old in decayment 

structures run off on alignment 

their voices calls out but in a subtle tone 

all ignored like the world is now a clone 

the forgotten wails from the grave 

their voices echo like a conclave 

rummaging in dire need to be heard 

our attentiveness needs to be feared 

they wail because they have been forgotten 

windows closed, drawn curtain 

a life that paid for sacrifices 

without blinking, they paid different prices 

their arm stretched, no to be held but remembered 

irrespective of their bodies dismembered 

listen to their voices and propitiate 

less our existence emaciate 

@talk2leigh

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6:26am

12 Oct 2026