Ode ad Historia

Memories that don’t belong to me

Moments I just can’t call my own

History a thousand stories told

An age a time, still, set in stone

Where it begins, no man can say

It’s origins are centuries away

But still it holds on us such a sway

And molds, today like yesterday

Though some, they wish the past go by

Such thoughts, for them not me, no I

I wish, to hold on to those days

Though ancient they guide my modern way

If we forget, and let ourselves let go

We learn nothing from our woes

We find our recipes forgot

And let our turmoil stir the pot

Towards war and misery

Oh must it be?

But even if

Man should be alone

No tribe to call his own

An island all by himself

History must not be shelved

Refuge from insanity's grip

Nor fall to boredom let him slip

Stand firm, knowing of the past

And how, mankind managed to last

Even without others to define

These “memories” act as a line

Between civility

And an island's barbarity
 

So times before, should still be held

Like future in regard as well

And if man makes present like past

His present victories just may last

And from these victories he’ll find

Achievements will stand the test of time