S-O-S Suture of the Soul

How can you be in the present If you live in the past? How can you move forward If yesterday is where you stand fast If history is where you erect your martyrs mast How can you expect to last? Why is existing in antiquity The line that you cast? I fail to understand This line that you tow The ugliness of our history Is a vile disgusting show It’s meant to be a guide Of what not to do Not a method Of reopening old wounds To keep fresh with the sting of recollection Or to pour salt To nurture infection But to simply remind us through reflection That those evil times Deserve rejection Not to use as a shroud or shield But as a remembrance of a path to yield Use history as a cautionary tale Do not live in its example And continue to fail Close the wound To which you pay tribute Suture your soul And put the pain on mute As time moves forward History will continue to grow With each passing day The less you will care to know As the present will become the past And at long last You will be presented to history And become a mystery Of why you couldn’t let the past go