We spend our daily lives
ignoring the lifeless figures
inconspicuously passing by
Like ghosts of mist that failed to thrive
we see them not
yet they are very much alive
To us they are just faces
building blocks of past and present
silhouettes, drifting through the ages
with backgrounds horrid and pleasant
With different beliefs and cultures
vassals of the forgotten and ignored
mysterious God-made sculptures
hated, despised or adored
They pass us by, evasively
wanting nothing more than peace
and we neglect them, thoughtlessly
to fill our selfish hearts with ease
We spend our daily lives
ignoring the lifeless figures
inconspicuously passing by
Our feelings matter not
Pointlessly, these figures we condemn
for "they" is all of us
and "we" is all of them