A Poem in Response to The Sins of Man

I remember the poet who read last time his poem/short story, The Sins of Man. This is a response to the Sins of Man poem he had written. It echoes the wisdom of Ecclesiastes, that saying you hear that nothing is new under the sun, or the sins he listed of humanity, like greed selfishness, violence. His reading was volcanic.

What use is history to us?
Look at the price gage
and think back to the lines people
waited on
in the 1970's
To fill their tank
What is this saying?
What is this all saying?
Do we ever learn?
Is history only meant for games
of trivia?
God when will we ever learn,
that this is the use of history?
Here!
The birds that have oil on
their wings, yet after being cleaned
are back to being another
environmental catastrophe
Why does the memory
fail?

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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