Unaware

I listen, watch, and wait
For my questions to be answered,
Hundreds march aboard, to the death drum,
Unaware of their hopeless fate.

Screaming through the darkness,
Death shadows hundreds of eyes,
Heavy steps and heavy sighs,
Lying like broken toys, lifeless.

Letting go to the dream I hold so dear,
I open my eyes to the dark,
My nightmare beginning,
With everything I fear.

The voices of the strong fade,
Pervasive smells stuck under our nose,
Dying, starved, ill and beaten,
No hope, no prayer of being saved

A quarter dead, the rest on their way,
Scarred on the surface and under the skin,
Afraid of every breath we take,
These are the people who didn’t have their say.