They vanished not in storms or war,
But slipped behind a silent door.
No trumpet’s call, no thunder’s wail,
Just echoes on a broken trail.
No flags were raised, no sirens cried,
No headlines screamed the day they died—
Or lived, or fled, or cried for home.
Just questions cast in monochrome.
A child who laughed just yesterday,
Now whispers through the winds that sway.
Their toys still sit in quiet rows,
While time erodes what no one knows.
A mother clings to one small shoe,
As if it still holds all that’s true.
She lights a candle every night,
Praying God will set things right.
Their names are inked on weathered boards,
And echoed in official chords.
But files fade and agents change—
And justice takes a longer range.
No gravestones carved, no closure found,
No trace beneath familiar ground.
No final words, no calm release,
Just aching voids that never cease.
This isn’t grief that fades with years.
It’s silence sharpened into spears.
No bodies found, no blame assigned,
Just ghosts that haunt the nation’s mind.
A girl who should’ve grown and played
Is now a shadow kept at bay.
A boy who smiled in morning light
Was taken sometime late that night.
The infants marked as “never born,”
The toddlers taken, families torn.
The fathers lost in systems deep,
The mothers buried in their sleep.
They are not lost — they’ve been erased
By hands too slow, by laws disgraced.
Their stories buried out of sight,
Their voices dimmed beneath the night.
No monument can bear their face,
No chapel fill their missing place.
They live in frames and rooms gone cold,
In stories halted, left untold.
Their beds remain, their clothes still hang,
A silent hush where voices rang.
A world moved on — but left behind
The lives it swore it wouldn’t blind.
Their names may fade from daily breath,
But not from time, and not from death.
They press like thunder in the floor—
The ones we still are aching for.
So strike a flame in halls gone still,
Where absence bends the world’s own will.
The silent ones the dark ignores—
Just echoes of what was before.
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Sadly, there is great truth in this post. Some of the most vulnerable among us (or who are now gone) never had an advocate able in this world to change their fate. They are The ones we still are aching for.
Fortunately, forever is still on the horizon and a great God of mercy and justice will eventually balance the scales. I look forward to that day.
Thank you very much, Chris.
Your words carry the same ache that this poem was written from. You’re right — so many of the most vulnerable never had someone in their corner. No voice loud enough. No system willing enough.
And that’s what makes their absence feel so permanent… so unfinished.
“They are the ones we still are aching for.”
You couldn’t have said it better.
But yes — forever is still on the horizon.
And one day, the scales will be balanced by hands that can’t be bribed, silenced, or swayed.
Until then, we remember. We speak. We write their names into the fabric of this fight.
Thank you for seeing them — and for helping others see them too. 🙏😎
You’re welcome, John. It is very important to try to bring attention to the what the world considers “the least of these.” I so appreciate your efforts here, John. I wish you all the best!