Histories Woes Poem by Calle Hutch

Now things are getting worse, and what do people do?
They blame the poor, they blame the hurt, they say, 'We're coming after you.'

They say 'because the gods gave you, a fraction of their power,
you're the problem, you're the reason,
that I'm drowning in hours.'

They say 'maybe if you're gone, the world will be for us, and us alone.
We'll get a seat, we'll be the kings, we'll have a spot beside the throne.'

But the thing that they don't know,
Is that their work will crumble beneath their feet.
As they are building life on sandy beaches,
And not upon the stone.

The thing that they can't see,
Is that this is all just a repeat.
Because their eyes are closed,
To histories woes,
They cannot see, their own defeat.

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July 15,2023