Untold
Untold
Nevermore the tales spin
injuries caused by others
Frequently the lies win
told by our own brothers
Stories crash against a wall
the thread cut short again
Those people don't exist at all
yet without them we'd never win
Unspilled blood, the tale is lost
the thin stream snapped in telling
Untold stories, deaths cost
a billion bodies felling
What story will we forget next?
a tale of two world wars?
Or perhaps the tale we lay to rest
the next time, will be yours.
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