Forgotten People

Forgotten corners of mankind

Like a gypsy gathering in Europe

Or a refugee camp in Africa

Like all inhabitants of this turquoise globe

Living on the arms of a clock

And the arrow of a compass we call fate

Lingering unannounced

In the craftsmanship of survival 

Where beyond luscious meadows of civilization 

Lies crowded streets with no names

And cloned names with no deeds

Living in a twilight between the crows and the ghosts

In wastelands of human suffering

Searching for the faint glow of tomorrow

While standing in the looming shadow of yesterday


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