Frayed Patches

Aging to soil frayed patches, On an elaborate fabric. Noticed with its fading diversity, Unravelling from an attachment... Once had to a tattered quilt. Has had many come and go in the past, With hopes their wishes and assistance... Given. Would one day complete, A witnessed restoration. But... For whatever the reasons submitted, The patches on the fabric... To show an examined diversity, Was left abandoned to lose its value. With a leaving from memories, The importance attached to an established... Yet left to tatter its significance once had, On a quilt that has come to pass... As just another, Rag. Gone from minds are those adored times, When they were affixed. With pride to share their cultures and identities. From other shores to prioritize the 'why'... They were much stronger together unified. Before they were taught, How to divide into divisions. Allowing the representation of their patches, On a quilt attached... To become frayed. Worthless and ignored. Now... They sit, With only conflicts inflicted to visit. To believe the doing of this leaves them, A benefit to value without their existence. An existence fantasized never to realize. And leaving behind an exhibit of kept to keep, An invested infested manifestation of ignorance.