
Forgotten or Ignored?
A bird with a broken wing
Its memory of greatness;
A stretched canvas of warm embrace
Air cut by swift blades of persistence
Unobtainable freedom by many,
While the few idolize their grasp of identity:
The very essence of their worth,
When in reality,
They are blinded
Believing that laughs will be muted,
And the sun will turn cold
Too late to realize their mistake
Then, the flame ignites,
And the burn follows in suit
Imperfection rooted in the ancestry of the world
Doubting the right to protest
While fires spread their grip of tyranny
And land is forgotten under years of swallowing sea
Graves that are cracked and crumbled
Treated as dirt, from which they came
Worse fates than a fractured mind as mine
The bird perishes without a blink of existence
Forgotten in the Flames