I write to you
In this small finite passage
To try and bring back your memories
What stories you might unfold
If memory would ever serve me
But the minds was never meant to server, only aid
Nonetheless this composition will try and remember you
The nameless
the heroes who vanish from the world
The specters of ancient worlds
Silent plotters in the middle of the fray
Humble servants in the shadows
Deciders of imperative worth, lost in the mist
You all have shaped things in your own way
So why has the providence of history forsaken you?
Or has history drunk well from the waters of Lethe?
Are we all affected by a lack of cognition
Inhibiting our memories and erasing people from this world
Should we be put on trial
For killing off so many lives?
For those we forget, cease to exist
So is my mission futile?
To remember non-existing persons?
For how can one know or remember something that never existed in the first place
Let alone put people on trial for genocide of non-existent histories
Despite this paradox
Albeit this conundrum
You, the forgotten
phantasms of a historical kind
Will be remembered forever
Kept eternal always
By these ravings
By this cantankerous philosophy
Never to die again
...
Unless this poetic piece too
joins your ranks in the void of time...
