Those Left Unacknowledged Poem by James Sanderson

Instead of kissing by ocean waves,
We dance above some strangers' graves
Mourning the tragic loss of knowledge
Of the people left unacknowledged

Our Love is deeply necromantic
(We find raising the dead rather romantic)
No cares at all, we call the dead
From the Earth, and speak in their stead-

They speak of blood and paper and steel
They speak of wounds that'll never heal
They scream for justice, from below
They whisper of murder in the snow.

Most people, well, they just forget
All the people that they never met
Who changed their lives and were erased
Who lived for them, then turned to waste