Left to Rot

Fighting against the status quo,
just not to blend in,
until the fight fades and melts another
soul into the crowd again.

Pushing against the wall erected
years ago by a glory-craving oppression;
dreams die and bodies left to rot
taking with them their fears and depression.

Beauty once written on the faces
now gone, left in shadows of bones,
only skeletons left exposed to the air,
the skeletons in groups, yet that died alone.

Mountains etched with faces engraved,
historical marking of the great men before,
the ones whose legacies now fade in embarrassment,
obscurity that tarnishes lives lived no more.

Bows putting finishing touches on presentations,
the ones that cap them off with a kiss,
a parting touch of death that lingers
to take a life that could never be missed.