Things that have happened shall happen again!
"history repeats itself"
What an amazing phrase!!
History repeats itself
because it cannot be heard
leaders are deaf
to the warnings it sings
leaders wouldn't dare listen
if the topic it brings
are their mistakes and incompetence
the faults of mankind
no one listens to History
when History is right
Smothered by doubt,
I claw to get out,
Scraping away shouting,
'What's this all about?"
Falling outside the lines,
They say I'm divine,
Yet I'm trapped in a vine,
Intertwined in a timeline,
That I didn't design,
I'm feeling benign,
Refining my reality,
Into a day I want to see,
I awaken only to find me,
Standing before the key,
That unlocks the mystery,
As history repeats itself,
Selfish desires rise,
Lighting fire to the prize,
My inner child cries,
I shout for my demise,
I'm wise to the trendsetter,
Doubting I could make it better,
Writing letters to the editor,
Trying to stop the predator,
Creditors knocking on the door,
Floored by the cost to be,
I hold the key to more,
I'm exploring what I'm here for,
Smothered by a need for more,
I fall back to the floor,
Stored emotions pour out,
Again I'm doubting what it's all about.
Tragic beginnings.
Desensitized children.
Solemness remains.
I asked him, my friend
Who are the heroes of the world?
He said, "Heroes, the War-Giants."
Alexander to Maj. Gen. Herald Ikiants,
Revolutionaries – Ideologues, Demagogues.” He named.
I quizzed his seminal brain
"What about saviors and saints?"
He was composite and took no strain
To answer my query pains,
“Of course, Saints!”
And he had no feel of hailing
The heroes of war veins
As he believes history’s kneeling
And he trusts in evidence
So scientific and evidence.
"History is past blundrance." I tried.
He only said very firm
"It is evidence."
"Learn from the evidence"-I,
He confirms, he uses occurrence
As he still has a belief
History repeats itself.
He proves again quoting History mischief,
History does not repeat, but rewritten with the dictum
"History is not of warriors but of the makers of life"
The Earth would only say
"How mean you are
Learn from the past errors."
In Brussels, I sat among doubters.
You spoke—calm, fierce, certain.
They mocked.
I listened.
Your words fell like thunder in a silent hall.
“Workers of the world, unite!”
They laughed.
You prophesied.
Now it is 2025.
And your shadow walks again.
Machines rule the hands of men.
Corporations sit where kings once sat.
You said,
“The production of too many useful things
creates too many useless people.”
Today I see them—
wandering, forgotten,
slaves to invisible masters.
You warned,
“History repeats itself—
first as tragedy,
then as farce.”
Look now—
Gaza burns,
Europe trembles.
The farce wears the mask of progress.
Your words were not theory,
they were scripture for the waking poor.
But the poor still dream.
The chains remain—
polished, digital, unseen.
I walk to your grave in Highgate,
where the wind still whispers revolt.
Your prophecy breathes in the dust.
Your ghost still teaches in silence.
Karl Marx—
the world you warned is here.
And I, your disciple,
kneel among your ashes,
still believing,
still mourning,
still waiting for the workers to wake.
With bloody hands, rusty hair and a dammed soul
I walked out ,stepping on the rotten meat
As my lungs struggled to breathe down the fragrance of the crime that I had committed
Blue and white lights flashed my eyes
And a bullet pierced through my cranium
Punishing me for the crimes I had not committed,
My lips have spoken no lies, though my heart is a liar
This land, these stars ,they are my witnesses
My scars give my testimony
I do not claim to be nor am I innocent
But if I am guilty ,I am of my humanity, which for you is an atrocity
I do not care of your judgment, only for nature’s impending monstrosity
They say history repeats itself
It surely dies, when you crown malevolent beast as saviours of humanity….
That which has been is that which shall be
That which is done is what shall be done
That which we've seen is what we shall see
For there's nothing new under the sun*
So a sense of feeling déjà vu
Has already been there before time
History repeats itself, what's new?
Time forgotten reminds life to chime
A time warp, moving from hour to hour
To stop this cycle, we've no power
A monotonous repetition
From time to time, life's a transition
Déjà vu, this has happened before
People talking of the 'time' concept
There's always so much more to explore
Time is relative,we all accept
*Ecclesiastes 1:9-10
16th February 2023
For "Déjà vu" contest by Unseeking Seeker
From high above the mighty eagles soar
and gaze with teary eyes upon the land;
a proud and peaceful nation thrived, before
the bombs began to fall with czar’s command.
Their saddened eyes see blood upon the sand
as innocence lay scattered on the shore;
they’re witnessing the slaughter now at hand
from high above as mighty eagles soar.
Her cities lay in ruin from the war;
her leaders pleading for a helping hand;
the world in horror watches evermore,
and gaze with teary eyes upon the land.
Atrocities and pillage deftly planned
erasing all the joys from days of yore;
the villages and townships now unmanned
where proud and peaceful nation thrived before.
I cannot see the reason for this gore
nor endgame of this despot’s evil hand,
and history repeats itself once more
as bombs begin to fall with czar’s command.
And what will be the outcome of this stand
when smoke has cleared the war which we deplore;
and who will be the next at his demand
as angel’s tears begin to fall once more
from high above?
July 1, 2022
We have broken sides that need to be tamed back to life,
If depression takes over we shall never see the greener side, B roken are the parts we have,
Missing are the parts we desire but cannot have for our minds wonder to far and cannot come back,
Headaches are now a norm of the times,
The pastors would sing praise that a beautiful day has come, But somewhere out there a man smiles for the day to lie down has come,
So he hangs himself and dies, with passing time his existence is forgotten, and so history repeats itself like its a holy calling,
But like I said, we have broken sides that need to be tamed back to life or else we will all be gone before our time comes. Silverpearl.
“History repeats itself”...
this bad, ferocious creature
outside of us, beyond any
personal control, that “rears
its ugly head”, and strikes
“again and again”, delivering
a fatal dose of worldly poison –
Let's be clear, every day is
a new history, though similarities
with old may exist – what hasn't
changed are people, the concentration
of lethal venom in our lazy, self-centered,
yet to to be conquered souls –
Stop being reactionary! Take dominion!
If we wait on evil...we will fall – as
individuals, and a humanity –
There is no compromising with wrong –
Summon the spirit of Chamberlain,
and ask him, how did that all go with
Hitler?
we are puppets
and
we are paintings of puppets past
historic yet breathing
living but not alive
we are dancing upon your no mans land
and we are spinning to the melody of the tears our mothers shed
upon the same
no mans land
history is a wind up doll
history repeats itself
like the hiss of a broken music box
the sound
the clamour is silent
but the white noise that rises from the ashes of our mothers cry is
deafening
past is prologue
our tongues are tied
chained to the rhythm of
breaking through but not breaking free
our hearts are sinking in the trenches of yesterday
our minds are reaching for the scraps of tomorrow
and we are still
spinning
but we are spinning into focus
our smiles are wilting
our eyes are gathering dust
our war paint is fading
our war is over
because we were never really at war with you, puppeteer
because you too are a puppet
of many puppets
of many puppets
of many puppets
of many
Mortal are us human kind
seeking peace with bated breath.
Immortality imparts the mind
to believe there is no death.
Immortality is really history …
writings from the then times wealth.
Replayed in a similar mode
as history repeats itself.
Each tiny fraction of the puzzle,
is ancient generations text,
leads the way to consider
what right now is needed next …
Each year reaches new horizons,
the past has been addressed -
and we live our life believing,
our time is the very best.
History Repeats Itself
By: Miracle Man
6/27/2020
As past sins are remembered,
and while restitution/revenge is being sought,
evil upon the world is wrought.
History is incontrovertible,
yet history is being erased/altered.
By allowing statues to be torn down,
portraits removed, flags changed,
and the renaming streets and buildings,
Our country is becoming more fractured.
Each thing is offensive to someone.
The sins of our past must be remembered
for “Those who cannot remember the past
are condemned to repeat it.”
In the name of social justice
we jump through hoops to appease a vociferous crowd.
We’re indoctrinating young minds with the narrative,
that “The end justifies the means”
thus making violent acts acceptable.
Hatred is a heart thing,
And Jesus loves us!
Proverbs 10:12 -
Hatred stirreth up strifes: but love covereth all sins.
Where is the mass transit sending people to?
Dispatch of souls to places unknown
See the loading ramp down by the barracks
A place to herd them into vehicles
What type vehicles and for what use?
A bus to drive them to a spar resort
A truck to take them to the firing squad
A space shuttle to take them off world
A plane to ferry them to a new colony
All this and more to relocate humans
Orders given from up above carried out
Adding up the numbers of people shifted
Under command of the always ready soldiers
Commanded by a ruthless bastard officer
Look back into the past and compare
Just like the trains at the death camps
Remember what happened then
History repeats itself over and over
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