"Forgotten"

The day draws its blinds on the forgotten children.

Their voices wane unbeknownst to the drones, which carry on in their sphere of prosperity.

Seeking warmth and spelling truth for the drones to hear. Yet they never hear...They never hear the symphony of despondency that laden the night's desolate sky.

The fruits of our labor shall not grace the mouths of the ones who perish in the attempt of a tomorrow.

Who will be the redeemer?



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