History
Is there such a thing
as a prolifically sad time?
Surely, there is and was and still can be.
Every generation has had it, sees it,
some, more than once and those must question,
How can this possibly be?
Again?
Blacks with slavery.
Jews with holocaust.
Whites with inequality.
Multitudes with ethnic genocide,
so much non-success of political correctness.
There shall always be
a prolific sadness in the world.
Collectively,
Mankind is foolish, stupid, almost unrepentant,
unlearned and defiantly ignorant,
repeating the mistakes of history,
sacrificing one life for thousands
and thousands for one;
rinsing and repeating,
cleansing and burning,
tearing down and building up,
only to begin again;
remaining continuously,
uneducated in the lessons of life and sadness
and repeating the mistakes of history.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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