The towers were built high
higher than what they'd imagined they would be
yet the poor remained
dying in the streets below
the rich not seeing or hearing our cries for help
from up high they couldn't hear
Help us, save us
not even those close to us could hear us
people we used to know
gone forever
their name and their face never remembered in history
We'll be known as collateral damage
The ones who died to make the world a better place
but
that was a lie.
And no one will know
-Athena
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PoetryPoems that come from my heart, deep down where only I can see through the darkness. These poems are flowers that grow in this darkness. Clinging together to let me live my life and be free.
