Why is strife so memorable?
It seems our struggles are painted on our wings
As we fly to the destination of our dreams
We can remember the murky water
Traveled in and the time that clarity evened
Just as the differences and darkness
That confused the explorers of as the manifest destiny
Became a threat to another human existences
The separation to isolation was a part of history
As we remember like its yesterday
For it trickled through veins and the conversation pieces
Mark the halls of historic museums
And followed by mediator’s confusion
So why is so easy to remember our strife?