We're innocent
But they don't believe us
We're their convenient scapegoats
Left behind
Discarded
So many of us
Were killed in the witch hunts
Because they needed to save their stupid prides
No shame for what they did
No guilt, no regret
Most of them were even rewarded
Some of us confessed
To things we didn't do
Because the pain was too great
Still, we want revenge
We should be avenged
We, who aren't alive
And we who are
Because we were all used
Then trashed like the rubbish
Because we did what our use entitled us to
Because we outlived our usefulness
But now we're gone
And no one sticks up for us
Because they all thought we were guilty
Because we are the Blamed
And we are Lost
We're those scapegoats
Those tossed away
Those used without qualms
No humanity whatsoever
So many of us gone
Because of them
We didn't do anything wrong
Just in the wrong moment
At the wrong time
Yet do they care
Not at all
No remorse for what they do
No regret for the pain they cause
Just plain old fools the lot of them
Unable to understand us
Just thinking about themselves
Selfish, ignorant, prideful, idiots
So unable to see
That what they do to us
Will kill them one day
Some of our friends are not so innocent
But still, we are the Innocent
And we wish to be Free
For we are also Lost
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The Lost
PoésieThe lost. The abandoned. The miserable. The world from our point of view. WARNING-Written in poetical style. If you don't like, don't read.
