Moving Forward

Digging out the past One man decides to bury the past hoping to save the future But never knew that some had already sought to dug it out, Trying to give a different view, for he hoped to fit in the new us Got lost in the panic of old memories, he uttered wroth. While some dread not to remember the past Faking their smiles of lost, hoping not to dig out graves For so long they longed to see the dead buried Coming out for lost items they found themselves, Counting Sheeps, gaots, and cows, for they sang. A man came from nowhere into somewhere, So blind to remember the past in his name, Our own having to doubt even the change fought for Memories are of no use even to this generation saved, All it sees is an opportunity it has to embrase it’s foolishness Counting blessings those that survived the war avoiding death Putting back old photos in place while replace the past, Future fought for written in words, sorrow, pain and anger For to save that can’t even be expressed in words, Asking them how it felt is the only prize they got to tell But for known not to be blind of the fact that they fought, Fought for nothing, but for which today all share in hope for all generations. By Karen mathe