ahead and aware of it all.
Machines and ideas
cultivate freely.
But this festering
soup is decayed!
The ingredients
sour, and minds
stay closed.
We should have learnt,
we should know,
history is replaying
on a sad cinema reel.
The matinee begins,
phones ring and
pop corn is thrown.
Mistakes replay
as the audience
watch. Weeping when
scripted, but then
it's over,
The emotions
forgot.
Round we go,
can we stop?
Do we wish to?
The cinema lays
empty, but the film
keeps playing, over.
The audience gone,
and the building
old.
Dust to dust.
ashes to ash
time takes it.
Still on the tripod,
it keeps spinning,
history playing
on a cruel loop.
In a wasteland
of our minds,
we cry and
smile when
told.
But that lonely
camera knows
and knows
we'll keep on
with the same path.
As the sun sets
on mankind’s feats
the feet of the camera
embedded, a faded
projection shown
in the sky.
Of mushroom clouds,
the KKK, Holocaust
victims and lies
we have made.
While it lays
forgotten the reel
encrusted, it
keeps happening
on and on.
It's alone in
the world now
still playing
the message.
Why did no
one listen
and understand.
If we keep going
way we are,
those mistakes
we abhor will
be made again
and again.
*******
This is first poem, posted here for a while, but I think it's fair, since I've ripped apart enough poems, now to let others have the fun XD.

