What happened to those <br />who shed many a tear <br />and bled for others? <br /> <br />They died hungry <br />lamenting their last years. <br /> <br />I know those unknown <br />and I know how much of pain <br />endured they, unbeknown. <br /> <br />How unkind is this world? <br />How ungrateful are the people? <br />I find no statues for them <br />at road junctions <br />and never found their names <br />embossed on tomes <br />in golden letters. <br /> <br />Should not we recall the names <br />of those felled trees <br />at least while eating their fruit's <br />tasty pickle? <br /> <br />Knowing all why <br />good Samaritans prefer to wear <br />that crown of thorns. <br /> <br />Intuition-driven <br />why they try to walk the people <br />towards that unseen heaven? <br /> <br />Are they otherwise sheer simpletons or <br />desperados lacking reason? <br /> <br />One straying whim answered me:
