The Forgotten One

the landless... the forgotten one born too late screaming so loud - it is hard to hear (we failed the living for the dead) I hear your cry we hear your cry your anger is seen it is your nature to be angry and bitter confined and weak landless-ness froze you in a hard embrace legless mindless useless... nobody will say anything because they fear for their jobs nobody will care because they all obtained plots or the rest will be wanting too is it time now to go away? to share this land could free one forgotten... but might kill the other