The Unknown Poem by Angel Diaz

The Unknown



The unknown are here,
they walk, they talk,
but they are ignored.
they feel like they are stabbed by swords,
they do good,
but they are not reward.
The love must be restored.
they're called the unknown,
they are not,
they are not owned,
they are human.

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