Ought we forget?

A poem by Achuthan Panikath

Wed Aug 19 2026

And may it be forgotten;
The broken mirrors, the apathetic fires;
The wails that disappeared that one haunting night.
May it all be lost to time
So we learn to live in the after,
Afraid to ask questions for the answers it may need.
But it was only them, not us.
Recounting all the reasons we couldn't stand up,
Each time the story gets told just a little differently
So we heal our souls and cleanse our hands.
And when the last of us who remembered falls,
And all that we have are the lies we chose to let us sleep,
It will be so forgotten
That it will happen again.