Buried Poem by Jef L33

I wish I could slam my fist against the walls of the world
The sound of my bones shattering like glass
And blood flowing like lava from the open wound
As my body quivers and shakes from the pain

My cries scream out like an endless hurricane
As my tears floods the world in sorrow
But still no one listens
Still no one cares

Billions of ants crawl upon me
Gnawing upon my naked flesh
Ripping the hair off my back
And bleeding the blood from my veins

When I die, who will remember me?
Who will remember the billions of ants?
Now specks of dust in a sea of sand
Buried under the monuments of their own design

No one will remember the great world that has come today
Just as they have forgotten all the empires that have come before
For we all must live, die, and be forgotten
Buried beneath the ground we once called out home