How would we remember?
A history so rich
A country so beautiful
A story not told
An experience not shared
An impact not made
We are negligent to our worth, our power, our essence
To our strength
How would we move forward?
When we don’t understand our present
Slowly forgetting our past
Careless to our future
We are as clueless as sheep without master
As empty as barrels with no wine
A time would come when the wolf would tame the sheep
And the sheep would turn to wolves
Forgetting how to be sheep
Day would come
Night would fall
Waiting for a thought,  a memory that might never come.