History Is Speaking
Perhaps it means nothing, nothing at all.
Why should we stand together?
Why should we catch one another when we fall?
History is speaking and we choose not to hear.
All the sacrifices made for us, all the screaming, all the tears.
It’s in our nature to take and to give.
It’s in our nature to want to be free, to want to live.
The clouds of the storm are gathering.
And we’re naked in the dark.
Perhaps it means nothing if they push it too far?
But history is trying to help us. Through its’ lense there’s nothing we don’t know.
About how the savagery of our species if left untamed can flourish and grow.
So what will it take to open our eyes?
A few people disappeared, a few more lies?
Because soon there’ll be no future that we will want to know.
When our rights, our way of life is destined to become unknown.
Soon they’ll be no future that you dream of for your kids.
Similar words to these were probably written and ignored in Germany in the late 1930’s.
Copyright © A Yorkshire Poet | Year Posted 2022
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