History
History is our future,
Because history is our past,
The longer we ignore our history,
The longer our misery will last.
History quickly fades form memories,
And we repeat our bad deeds,
We charge blindly down old roads,
To find disaster where our actions leads.
But in arrogance we march on,
Into fixed bayonets,
On battlefields of dried blood,
Over our ghosts that time forgets.
Even if God lets us live forever,
With time all memories are shades of grays,
We would still fail to recall,
Our failures on those fateful days.
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