Fragments of Yesterday

25 Feb

In the dusty corners of yesterday are buried

fragments of humanity, ancient history,

forgotten mothers, fathers, children, good,

evil, and beyond death a veiled ambiguous

world that is still a mystery.

A people that after millions of years of evolution

cannot see the reality of it all, the human race

learns nothing they endlessly continue their

destructive fall.

Blood drenched roads from barbarity to civilization

measured by the futility of the enlightened, and

those sacrificed forgotten.

As humans, we judge others by our own beliefs, we

recoil, we threaten, we kill, and the blood of virtue

we continue to spill.

Millions of years from now when barren land reaches

as far as the eyes can see; will the dusty corners of

yesterday show fragments of how we destroyed

humanity, will the veiled curtain of death no longer be

a mystery.






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