History Lesson

Sahra
Sahra
Jul 27, 2017 · 1 min read

Exhaustion had its time; chaos, its seasons. Frailty had its merits; indecency, its reasons.

Love ruled all but none. Crowds gathered in town squares to cry for the losing one.

Little brown kids were watching anxiously from a distance. Those with power and red ink pens buried their heads in fear of the resistance.

“Oh what a dying day!” And old wise woman would chant to the trees. All who encountered her, fell graciously to their knees.

Mothers and fathers rationed their paychecks for a security that may never come. Armageddon for all, victory for some.

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