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History Is Present
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Shadow x Wolf PM
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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