The Forgotten

I live in a world that bans difference."
A world where prayers fade in whispers,
Where memories are burned for a loaf of bread.

"A world where if you refuse to forget yourself-
the world forgets you instead."

I didn't choose this world.
But I was chosen by its ruins.

And among all the paths it offers,
one calls louder than the rest:

Justice.

Not for glory.
Not for me.

But for those who were buried without names.
For the faith they smothered.
For every face erased from the walls.

They thought I was forgotten.

They were wrong.

I am the echo they failed to silence.
I am the memory they couldn't burn.

And I've come to return every silence.