Why Look for a Connection?

Are we that insecure?
Do we really think the world recognizes us,
Through those that have long gone from us;
Not knowing how to care about us
Because,
We never have crossed their minds?

What thoughts do they spare about us?
Also, why should they care?
They live in the present,
Why should we resent?

Can't we be proud of who we are?
What we could achieve within our reach, not far.
Living in the present, not in the past
There are more mortals far deserving
The Harping
Than those we can't see, but admire.

If we could just open our eyes now,
And see that none of that telling matters.
Ho!
We would be judged by none other,
But the ones we think
Less matter.

Wake up!
The world doesn't want to know
How or why
A lost link,
Could to a country bring,
So much of an importance.

Tell me! ... Are we that spineless and inferior,
That we'd always have to look for
"A connection"
To prove that we matter?