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