The Wretched
The wretched bow their head
As they shuffle along unled
Lost to the world without souls
No longer counted or enrolled
Once they looked you in the eye
Their knowledge gained held high
But now beaten down instead
Their only world now full of dread
Who now will take up their fight
Going forward with the right
They wait for a leader to rise for them
For it is unknown how it will end.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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