Lay
dormant in the
Crucible
of history…
Seething,
breathing-
Waiting
for the
Spring
of discontent for
The
grapes of wrath to bear.
And
all across
God’s
green hectares
People
of goodwill
Caught
in the throes
Of the
twin enterprise
Of
commerce and politics
Awoke
to the gloom & doom
Of
bombs raining over Kosovo.
Beyond
the premise
Of
rational discourse
And
intended tidings…
The
cooing lullabies
Of
the lady dove,
Strangely lured vultures
To
the bounty of war.
Still
in the rounding hours
Years
and years hence I know
That
the future broods
Would
know this fate….
Like
those of holocaust past-
Grim
reminder that
History
teaches us nothing.
By
Hope Kalé Ewusi©I wrote this poem in 1998 in the wake of the Kosovo war after viewing the horrors of war and the refugee crisis the ensued. I made a grim prediction in the poem that we will see similar human tragedy in the future. Since then we've seen war in Congo and now the Syrian war with millions of refugees fleeing to Europe. Hence are we humans doomed to make the same mistakes .......thus the my proclamation " HISTORY TEACHES US NOTHING"
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