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History is a Binder

5/27/2018

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History is a binder
With all written within
Everything that happens
From me talking
To you sleeping
Everything is there
Over the years pages rip, break, and disintegrate
And sometimes rewritten if they are found
Yet most of the binder is lost in our footsteps forward
Throughout the ages people try
Try to write what they want
To glorify themselves
Or to hide a flaw

A mistake
Something they disagree with
Or me
They try to deny the truth
The truth of what occurred
They use every tool they can
Even when we have slowed the ripping
The ripping, breaking, and disintegrating
They try to hide the truth
Burying it in the spider’s web
Yet they erase not well
For I can follow
Follow their tracks
To unveil the truth
The truth for all to know
The spiders call us
Call us to find and rewrite
Rewrite the pages
After all history is a binder

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The Sun is Coming Over the Horizon

5/20/2018

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The sun is coming over the horizon
It slowly comes in to view
It rises over the land for all to know
It rises from a time
A time when the rays were never seen
When we only had our family and others like us
When the rays of sunlight were held
Held only for the special ones
These special ones are only special
For the government calls them so
They get the light we do not
Even though we are not different
Yet we are blamed for
For the stealing
Stealing the light
For a time after the sunset we could still see
When times were bad
But the moon’s light when away
Then we were in dire situation
All the light was gone
But then a few years later
The Sun came over the horizon

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The List

5/13/2018

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It happened once more
Just another list of names
Just another going away
To jail or killed
Just another investigation
It happens nowhere but here
Yet we do nothing
Nothing but argue
Argue over irrelevant things
Then it happens again
Just rinse and repeat
We are stuck in a loop
A loop that we need to end
For if it ends not
Your name might be on the list

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Standing with my Family

5/6/2018

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Bang…
Bang…
My dead body falls
Falls into this pit
Thud…
Thud…
Dirt begins to fill up
Fill up the pit we dug
Thud…
Thud…
Thud…
My bones sit restless
My family might have been with me
Yet, my bones do not feel satisfied
They try to move
And try to see my family
See them one last time
But alas they can't
So instead at this troubled hour
My bones, my body, and me remember
Remember my life and all my memories
I first remember the face
The face of my father
As he stood next to me
Then I see the face of my son next to my father yesterday
When all was normal
We heard news about a German Invasion,
But thought nothing of it
Today, at high noon
They marched us
With our band playing
Playing cheerful music
Out into the middle of the woods
Told us to dig
To dig this pit
The locals cheered
Our friends cheered
At least I know I stood
I stood with my family

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    My name is Hersch Nathan and I enjoy writing. I use poetry as a way for my voice to be heard.

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