Forgotten Fields

We who are lying in the fields of war Can no longer cry out for freedom. We who are dying as the spoils of war Can no longer lift up our guns. Does anyone hear the wail of our moaning? Does anyone see us march on? Unafraid? We whisper unheard from the silences of night Suspended forever in realms without light. Our heart is gone; our sacrifice unseen As time grinds on and our hopes explode. What remains? The bones of our youth. Unknown? Unnoticed? Tell us why?