Their Tears

My eyes- they sting with tears
the thought of it,
it drives a stake
straight through my heart

your culture
your heritage
your history
fading away

And soon. Your culture
your heritage
your history
gone

you do not realize.
how, do you not realize?
the struggles those once faced
so that you, may have the privilege
of what we call life

from all different backgrounds
no matter who you are
there are struggles
and puddles, of tears
shed for our lives

the shoe prints left on his face,
the terror, burned into hers
the gas filling his lungs
and the bullets piercing their hearts

I ask you,
as human beings
do we not owe them
to remember those struggles

because you see,
without our past...
how, can we have a future?