The Forgotten Ones

Down beneath these here trees
Lie the ones with no need
A sun sinking over
Their ever rotting graves

The trucks rolling on
As they rest by the high way
Unmarked by a gate
No one cares for their graves

A father lies there
No one claims his soul
He lingers over the cemetery
Watching the world growing old

Twenty years has done so much
Like 100 years had passed in a moment
As I stood in the road before their stones
I felt nothing but the cold

The Spanish moss
Upon the trees
Hangs low in prayer
For all to see

As if stranded in nothingness
I lost myself in the ground
The moss, my companion
The grass, my friend

They are forgotten memories
Like words etched so deep
They linger now & wait
As the world passes & remembers only the great

All of those unmarked graves
On Highway 90 in South LA
I shall remember in each setting sun
Your voices, not void, shall be heard