This Is the Story of How We Begin To Remember

We hardly remember the truth
Victims of the Great Forgetting
We hardly recognize that history is popular culture
A screenplay of the past written by the victor

Just look at Thomas Jefferson
Author of the Declaration of Independence 
With his quill scribing the words, "All men are created equal."

We hardly think of him slinking back to his slave plantation
Grabbing one of his African slave mistresses 
and having his way with her
His love puppet 
Of which he had a harem

My ninth grade teacher (whom had tenure) 
whispered from the side of his face
The only thing Columbus discovered 
Was those people he called Indians
Which we now call Native Americans
were savages in the sack
And the only thing he brought back 
from the New World was syphilis 

We hardly look at the big picture
which is that we are destroying ourselves
We cannot continue to keep living 
the way we are living 
And not expect civilization to collapse

We are so short sighted
We hardly see history repeating itself
We are Rome 
And quite sadly Nixon is our Nero
Hardly a hero
It won't be long before 
The clock strikes zero

By: Joseph DeMarco
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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