As a collective there is more concern with the past than with the present or future
Trodden footprints give comfort
Mourning for the old days, so we keep repeating errors that should have been long buried, never to be revived and relived.
We have always been at war
Amongst aberrant moments
Peace makes us nervous,
Happiest when we uncreate
The world will boil and crumble
Some will carry their signs
The words will keep repeating
With others lives upon the line
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 