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Forever Homeless...
Blank stares, eyes without depth
sounds without ears, death is near.
In graves unmarked they question why.
On streets of home, left to die.
Not attended, just collected.
Counted, then disposed, never
Identified. Someone knows,
no one cares. Assigned a number,
boxed and shipped. A grave of
numbers, without names. Covered
with dirt, no flowers, no stone
no name just an eternal number.
sounds without ears, death is near.
In graves unmarked they question why.
On streets of home, left to die.
Not attended, just collected.
Counted, then disposed, never
Identified. Someone knows,
no one cares. Assigned a number,
boxed and shipped. A grave of
numbers, without names. Covered
with dirt, no flowers, no stone
no name just an eternal number.
Published 13th Apr 2020
| Edited 17th Apr 2020
Author's Note
Mass graves of the unidentifiable.
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