
In your history books, you think that history is just that: Ancient history. How wrong could you be?
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 369 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 06-05-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3029437
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Once again, a rhyming poem. This was written a few years ago, so it is kind of choppy and disconnected and not my best work, but I think it holds some truth to it.
One dismal day I decided to take a look
In my long forgotten history book
I flipped through the pages, now covered in dust
Choking on the mold and thick drowning must
At first I just glanced at the full color pages
Only hearing bits and pieces of all the war rages
Soon I discovered more than meets the eye
Things that were never imagined in history, not even by I
I read about tyrants and kings gone amuck
I read first-hand accounts of people saying how much it sucked
I could almost laugh at the things that went on
Arguments between kingdoms from dusk until dawn
Disputes over borders, over food, over barters!
The beginning of religions, of churches, of martyrs!
Corruption by kings, cheaters in law
For some described events, horrors no illustrators could draw
War was a dispute, some said to draw back
The king pushed them forward, until the night sky turned black
Economies crumbled, inflation arose
Yet onward life battled, onward it drove
No matter the misery that some had to live
Good for the king was the peasants best bid
Sure it was unfair, but how silly they were!
If they knew about today, these things never would have occurred
Then I stopped, and began to wonder
These events I read about caused me to ponder
I have heard before of how history repeats
But never have I thought this saying so great
I just can't imagine how this slipped me by
I was more of in shock, no need to cry
Looking back on those miserable days
It pained me to think of their maddened craze
They suffered troubles, to many to count
Now I can see why everyone had their doubts
Though ancient times are long gone, dust on the ground
I feel I must scream it, share my pain out loud
Though we may laugh at their troubles a many
Just think about now
I froze
They are the same as today.
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