Pages of History Lost, Tear after Tear

(written after hearing the recent news of an uncontacted tribe in Brazil, lost without a trace)

N.B. Tear is to be read as pages torn, not tears.

In a basement, a soldier found but one face;

In one more ghetto, that no one had saved.

All were burnt without any single trace,

With an outside world, where most were not even fazed.

A refugee from an African town,

The last of his people, simply, did strive

To speak of genocide without sigh or groan

For annals to keep his people alive.

A tribe disappeared without a trace,

Uncontacted through Brazil’s history.

Only the passing of the last of the race

Brought news, with no knowledge or glory.

How would it continue, if no one would care?

Pages of history lost, tear after tear!