“Never Forget”
They erased the land, then the name,
Then told me peace and called it shame.
They silenced the fighters, buried the songs,
And said, “Move on, forget the wrongs.”
They drew new lines where blood once fell,
And left me walking through this hell.
No homeland, flag, or voice to lift,
Just ashes poured into the drift.
My life’s not worth a headline’s space,
Not carved in stone, not held in place.
But I still breathe. I still exist.
And in that truth — I still resist.
So write me down in sky and clay,
In every map they tear away.
If I am lost — then write me yet.
Burn me in stars they can’t forget.
Never forget.
Not me. Not this.
Not the voice behind the silence.