History and Time
Time slips passed
not waiting for invitation.
Looking back, history lies in the lost years
today, forgotten what was once achieved.
Every struggle seems to continually resurface
and old solutions fail and fade into the dark.
Guns and war are like love salt and peppered with hate
and time just marches on, undisturbed.
Nothing seems to change
we want, we need, we give, we take
and everything else should fall in place
marking time.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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