The Collective

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


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s