we have such an unrelenting capacity to hurt one another

history’s lessons go forgotten

inevitably we live and die the same patterns

it hurts to exist in a world where destruction is indefatigable

where our bodies have to give sacrifice for ideals

we hope our dying screams will live forever

and they do,

they become warped by new-old realities

twisted to betray our cause

they become the rods to beat down those who dare scream our screams


but we are doomed to repeat the same patterns

so the hurt


unceasingly, we are undone



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