Thinking makes it so,
that’s what we all know,
the way we want to go;
and yet, somehow, it isn’t
History has a side,
a clear-cut rising tide,
we’re caught up in the ride;
and yet, somehow, it doesn’t.
A correct way to live,
with no need to forgive,
our minds a fine-mesh sieve;
and yet, somehow, they aren’t.
A past we burn alive,
rejecting as a guide,
it’s memory to die;
and yet, somehow, it won’t.
A journey long and tragic,
with brief moments of magic,
our reactions always spastic;
And yet, what else could they be?
What else could they ever be?
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Author:
David Welch (
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- Category: Sociopolitical
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Comments2
I love the way that this poem is partitioned into stanzas that lead into the next. Nicely written
History provides the explanation, but often doesn't instil enough motivation to change for some parties. - “Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.” could well be rephrased as 'Some who remember the past wish to repeat it'
For me, History, while possibly the most contestable of the social sciences, contains truths all should note. (Believe it or not I have a bee in my bonnet when it comes to this topic.lol)
Great write.
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