You are the story on the first page,
the one of many.
The figure of a drama nobody wants to see.
The voice of a war,
that will never have taken place.
A number in a statistic,
a mistake of the heuristic.
A drop of blood in a red ocean.
The figure of a war,
a pawn of power.
In a world build on ash and mud.
You are the story on the last page.
But we will forget you
like we forgot all of them.
Before the ash cooled down.