Forgotten
Forgotten
So many have died
Slaves executed by the rich
Warriors placed in battle with each other
Blood spilt in the name of entertainment
Forced to fight
Forced to kill
Forced to die
They lived in total hell
Wounds left open
Bleeding into the sand
Food barely enough to stay alive
How would they be remembered?
Their names will not be passed down
They will be scratched into rock
Hidden by the passage of time
Found a thousand years later
Worn and eroded
Their names are in museums
Viewed by thousands
Remembered by none
Their stories are never retold
They lived
They fought
They died
And now they are forgotten
Copyright © Lord R. E. Taylor | Year Posted 2012
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