Who are these things
Unnoticed in their condemned rags?
They are from the other side
The dark and twisted side of life
In search of meaning
On a path flowered with embers of tragic wars
They are the carriers of the aching of our failures
Sufferers of dark history
They will soon pass not into oblivion
Not into the eternal silence of the grave
Slaves are they here,
Kings will they be there
Their infant cradles were ridges of trash
And their graves unmarked forever
But their name will resound among angels
They lived without living
They died without dying
© Olatuja Oloyede
(Dedicated to all victims of circumstances)
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