Because History Prepares Those Wise Enough to Remember
Its enthralling to remember something forgotten
to learn of something no one wanted to remember
because that's how it starts right?
People decide their thing is not important
or that it is something too dangerous to know
and so declare it unknown.
But what if it's a castle?
What if because it sombolized too much power
it was resented by those below and ignored until it was
rejected into oblivion?
Then it becomes not a castle but a prison.
It's walls hold back the stories, the secret criminals who
dare to refuse extinction.
But the moss, the moss grows and thrives
not everything dies when neglected.
But quick, can we discover the ruins before they experience
primary succession?
Must we rediscover all that is forgotten?
Can we not save the victims,
those guiltless prisnors before their stories become
secrets locked behind bars?
We cannot destroy what is forgotten.
We cannot justify the massacre of stories,
of past lives
whose tribute is sung by birds,
graves tended by moss,
and coffins built of roots.
Although the stone looks cold
their lives were bright and blazing
and important.
We cannot let our egos drive away their knowledge.
We cannot let our disgust blind us to their truths.
We cannot let our anger deafen their lessons.
We cannot ignore them.
Its enthralling to remember something forgotten
to learn of something no one wanted to remember
because usually, it widens our perspective
alters our worldview,
strengthens our sense of morality,
increases our intelligence,
and prepares us for the future.