My Poetry
History
We catalogue catastrophe
and then we call it history,
but what's the use when we all know
we're playing in times eternal show.
we live our lives in gold arrears
in corners of our past ideas,
we drift along the weary road
uncertain of our end abode,
endless troubles endless wars
everyone fighting for A cause,
then placed in files just to remind
how stupid we can be ..MANKIND.
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