Forgotten sentinels of a better world
faded manifestos
They fought for a life they should have had
They dreamt of a life we should have
believing that even though it would take time
every little step forward
is worth fighting for.
There are no protests anymore
The streets are cleaned every day
tired and battle-weary
no one left to carry on.
The young have their own visions
and time moves on.
One day my dreams for the future
will just be another anecdote
a reminder of the past
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