From whence the night once came,
Comes the light of tomorrow,
This whilst left unknown to the many,
Becomes far too known by the few.
The changing from day to night and night to day,
Is monitored by those few in an everlasting helix.
Whilst the many damage everything, in indifference
They trouble over trivial things causing loss of sleep.
In death the lives of the few are forgotten,
All the while the many get remembered in theirs',
Such sorrow and empathy is shown to the many
Leaving such rudeness to be left for the few to suffer.
Let those of the few be remembered in these few words
Since they have suffered such a lonely fate in death
Let this be the start.