Memoirs Of The Forgotten - Poem by Jordon DeGroote
Memoirs of the forgotten
we are the unmistakably forgotten.
Everyone's happy in the place where we’re not in.
We live all alone and barely hold our own
and we die in every battle we've fought in.
We are the disrespected.
We are the infected, the neglected.
We are the broken,
your sacrificial token.
We are the dead and the left behind.
We are the lost that nobody cares to find.
But now that we've joined,
we have a voice!
Now it's our call,
now it's our choice!
The injured, the bloodied,
the dirty, the muddied,
now may all tell their story
and receive their rightful glory.
We don't ask that you pity us, love us, or fear us.
We just ask that you hear us.
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