Nobody Knows Poem by Major Elazia

When some are busy fighting for your rights,
And they disappear into an abyss of nowhere
Do not despair. Mourn them briefly,
But carry on the fight.
When you join the list of the disappeared,
Carry on the fight from your grave,
Even if nobody knows your contribution.
Becoming a democratic country is different-
From consolidating that fruit democracy-
Entrenched in the rule of law. So, as we fight for our rights,
Some do it from the streets, Others in the Courts,
Yet, we have the 'other' us,
We belong to the silent army,
The most vulnerable,
Those who are mightily unknown.
We live in daily fear, nobody knows us,
No demonstrations will be held if we disappear, - we simply disappear,
And our remains litter the riverbeds- our lives gone,
But we must continue speaking from the grave,
Because the silent majority do not speak when their lungs draw in air
Just like freedom is fought for and hard earned,
It can be lost because of the silence of the lambs,
When they know the wolves are happy of their quietness
For many of us,
It is not courage that makes us scream it loud,
It is the mortal fear of fervent dictatorship than burns through our spines
And we speak it out before we perish.