(Written on 22-10-20)
When The Unnamed die
Nobody grieves or cries
When The Unnamed do something great
Nobody pays attention or celebrates.
Only when The Unnamed do something bad
Do the people notice them and are sad
They become named
And then they are shamed
Then The Named come out
And they all shout
"Why didn't you pay attention before?
If you did that then crime would be no more."
One time, the people listened for once!...
Is what I would like to tell you
But calling those people dunces is insults a dunce!
They said "No way that's true!"
And things remained the same
The Unnamed still became the Named
But between me and you,
There is still something you could do
You see the kid alone in the corner
Go and talk to him or her
Then the line between The Unnamed and the people
Maybe, just maybe, might blur.
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote. Some are about the damage we have done. Some are about me. Some are just random.
