A Ballad for the Forgotten Ones
Of ignorance, underappreciated and misconstrued. The heroes of unsung responsibilities, appearing among us like unknown souls. Here is a ballad for them, as they are the ones who are forgotten.
Food, consumed and then wasted
Excreted sweats of the Forgotten Ones
Streaming down their backs, evaporated.
The blistering Sun, an endeavor of Patience
Thee not have to, care about us.
Along with thy pointless debates, Pathetic!
We are in Love, undeniably well-so.
Upon our putrid life, present and forever more
They’ll kill us all, Fated hath none.
Seek refuge, of neither thy souls
We are the Forgotten Ones!
Amongst the cracks of the Earth, we stood still.
Thy both not been reminded so?
Of those buffalos and drenching mud
Of the veins of historical Misery, ours
Stood us, gazing at the fields of Green
We’re humbled of thy preferences
Remember us, of every single grain!
To not waste, like Excrements of the Fools
We are the Forgotten Ones
Dreading the vast blue horizon, clear upon us
Sometimes transformed, Deadly it will become
Pulling up the White Proteins, consumed by Fear
The Ocean is indeed thy friend, our Mother
Holds the secret, of Pain and Labors
Enamored us with uncertainties of the Future
Fillet of wisdom, of pearls and gratitude
Remember us still?
We are the Forgotten Ones
Crept shallow beneath the ancient Walls
Our fortitude of Shame, demolished
We are in servitude of thy Lord, and thee!
Those proud eyes maketh the stones, the Walls
Thee may so be, the same no less
Despising at us, Showers of profanity and heartfelt critiques
Lifeline of petty donations, we’ll survive on
We embarked, changed our Life is Not
Merely a desperate attempt, and be Forgotten
Yes, we are the Forgotten Ones
Eclipsed thy heart, remembrance
Of every sweats and grains
Of every encounters of Open Death!
Of every pieces of Wealth, shared
Remember us, need Not!
We are not obvious still, it seems
And we’re not howling for more
Just be it of the same notion, Fixed and Troubled
Cherished please thy gift from Above,
Let be us, Alone maybe but incomplete it is not
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Mon coeur et Mon âme
PoetryAs the title goes, My Heart and My Soul. Poems of my own imagination, feelings and life experiences woven into a string of meaningful words which I would love to share with all of you. Different genres encapsulates the pure joy of workmanship and ta...
