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Will they remember us
Alayna Sider

Will they remember us?
Will they remember our faults,
how far we’ve come?
Will they remember our young hands
that reached desperately into a forgotten future,
in hopes something, anything, would be there?

Will they remember what we thought,
what we tried,
how we spent our days working and fighting
and looking towards useless things with hopeless eyes?

Will they remember that we formed battle cries
and shouted them at the top of our burning lungs?
Without a care for the consequence,
only a dream of what might be done.

Will they remember the struggle, and the love, and the loss?
Our parents, and grandparents, and everyone else --
everyone beyond this moment, beyond just us?

Will they remember the artefacts, the remnants of our pain?
Will they remember the pages and pages of notes
of equations and explanations?
Or will everything just fade away?

Most of all --
in the midst of the forgotten lies,
will there be anyone to remember us?
Really, anyone simply besides
the greying forests and decaying animals
and their spiritless hearts behind empty eyes?