To be lost and gone forever,
The character of their being
A note on paper,
That flutters in the wind
The last days to remember,
On some forgotten place
Those hearts that create,
A pain to circle the world
The annexation of their dreams,
To live and die unknown
To the end of everything,
As they cry for justice
And they are us,
And we are them
Lost and alone,
In the dark nights of resistance
©Mary Cecil
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Without resistance, there can be no change.
Ron