Asking me my name.
It's a given I'm just footsoldier,
A pawn, a number among the count,
But don't any have this common decency,
At the very least,
To ask someone who they are talking to?
I am no machine.
I have a soul too.
But in this day and age,
A simple conversation is enough,
at the very least,
To know one is still living.
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