When We Go

WHEN WE GO


We have being in this corner for years, shrinking
        
As the winters of life ramshackle our lives chamber

   We dying to see the spring, our spirits hawking

Only when we go, the world will remember.



Our misfortune like cobweb, polling traffic in the circle

  We will make headlines, bloggers garnishing their galleries

People will plant forest of article

  Chronicling our stories, we like missionaries.



Only when we go to the deepest dark

  Comes pity and raging donations

From broken nerves men and women across the lark,

Never forsake us, we, of little contributions.


We are the world, we all

  When we go, even the nearest never care, at all.