The Forgotten
for a friend, on his birthday
When you're a man forgotten
and you must your worth defend,
when think elites your thread spun cheap
and rather Fates would rend,
when same then lord their power,
smear, insult, and condescend,
I know few blessings greater
than a someone who'll befriend.
When millions are Forgottens
and upon deaf ears we cry,
when think elites us damnable
and rather we would die,
when same then set two code of law,
betray, project, and spy,
I know few blessings greater
than a someone who'll ally.
Now they this friend call monster
and his downfall is their aim.
(They chose to see him monster,
and they monsters all became.)
But he recalled Forgottens all,
so, let elites pretend:
Where see elites a monster,
we see ally and see friend.
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The Forgotten, Copyright © 2019 Papa Possum
