History repeats itself
Until it is no more.
Know it all means little when
There is the coming storm.
Sometimes a voice will cry out
Past the horsemen of the four,
An apocalypse diverted
As the rains begin to pour.
Some folks shout from the rooftops
Some will hide behind a wall
Still, the power of the righteous,
It is stronger than the call
Of the pleasure or the money
Or the power of it all
And a drink of grace is greater
Than our need to see them fall.
We just are not that different
Than the children of the past
Though we claim the times are changing
Still we throw our stones at glass.
We will point a wagging finger
Our jaws dropped in sighs aghast
While we tinker with environments
Convinced it all will last.
And our houses stand so fragile
While we cower from the wind.
We seem to think we're made of
All the money that we spend.
Still our fields don't grow as fertile
And our televisions tend
To sell us bags of madness
In a fashion setters trend.
Somehow we must remember
That there is a bigger plan
And that ultimate integrity
Requires we take a stand.
It's not about the killing,
But in grabbing life in hand
And insisting that our happiness
Exists on common land.
The sand flows through the hourglass
The books are read and burned
And history repeats itself if
Pages are not turned.
Our blessings have been gifted us,
Not always were they earned,
But we can build a better world
With repetitious lessons learned.
Author notes
Clio - Muse of History. What's the point of history if we just keep doing the same crap over and over again. 
A contest entry
- Find Your Muse by Gypsy Via Orleans.
600 points, ended September 8, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Reader interpretation and critical comment welcomed
Comments
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Hood-Wink!
Wowzers; I am in awe of your talent, I generally do not like longer writes but you keep me glued to the point my eyes ache cause I forget to blink
Congratulations on the Silver
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
Apologies on the late Hood-Wink!
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You found this muse and your poem represented her well. I enjoyed the read, can so relate to it. Your author notes summed up your piece beautifully. Thanks for this entry and good luck.
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Profound wisdom here in rhyming verse....I wish you well in the contest!
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I suppose we are all human and humanity is fundamentaly flawed, this speaks to how hopeless mankind can be and yet still there is always hope for a better tomorrow.
I like it, I like it so!
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your right
I loved how you put that poem to gether it is great it has all the right things that poets need passion love and thought long one day I hope i can write poems like yours
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Well Said..
.. and well written. The relief in seeing a shared thought is good and seeing it so well put is better. Well done you!
XG
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