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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