A Poem in Response to The Sins of Man

I remember the poet who read last time his poem/short story, The Sins of Man. This is a response to the Sins of Man poem he had written. It echoes the wisdom of Ecclesiastes, that saying you hear that nothing is new under the sun, or the sins he listed of humanity, like greed selfishness, violence. His reading was volcanic. What use is history to us? Look at the price gage and think back to the lines people waited on in the 1970's To fill their tank What is this saying? What is this all saying? Do we ever learn? Is history only meant for games of trivia? God when will we ever learn, that this is the use of history? Here! The birds that have oil on their wings, yet after being cleaned are back to being another environmental catastrophe Why does the memory fail?