history becomes the blue print for repeating
being aware means knowing time has no meaning

a mother's blood and flesh takes its last breath
being human comes to end with cruelty to enwreathe

their spirit is at death's risk and nightmares replace
justice howls but its echo is tired and left unbraced

dim voices whisper about a widening gap between rich and poor
they are removed from the frame arriving at a different shore

and you nod in pity to show you listen
the clock ticks in reverse as it picks up forgotten tales you have written

so how does it feel to take while you watch the world burn
to practice bad deeds as in bright beam of light you mourn