No life, no death

There is no life!  We are not alive.
There is no death! We are not dead.
We stand in the middle, a limbo of such.
We stand the forgotten, the outcasts among the rust.
There is no tomorrow, for there has never been a today. 
There is no future, for we haven’t a past to say.
We are the lonely, the broken, the hated.
We are the leaders you have stoned to death.   
We are the healers you have cast aside,
and the thinkers you have sent away.
The lovers you denied.
The angry, the sore hearted, the homeless, the lost.
Yet out of the pain, dust and ash, we will still be standing, when they have all but gone

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