The Lost

The Gone

We haven't existed for ages

Dead so long

But when we were fresh

In our graves, no markers, no coffins

Just bodies shoved into pits

No one cared, or they couldn't do anything

Either way, though we're gone now

Perhaps our memory could be a 

Memento, we could be martyrs

But probably not

For we were nobodies

Killed for no reason

Other than wrong time, wrong place

Not our fault

But still our demise

Nothing can change that

'Less our brethren remember

'Less we become one

'Less all the lost join together

So that there are less gone

And our people, what's ours

Can stay that way

Doesn't have to be destroyed

Damaged in any way

No, we can be ourselves

We don't have to be unlucky

But they should remember us

Our brethren 

But also our destroyers

For let our memory drive our war

Let us, the Gone be at rest