| History’s Lament
Symbols painted on the walls of caves; hunts remembered, seasons recalled.
Lines etched into baked clay; stories told, legends preserved.
Pen and ink make knowledge spread; laws for all to see, wisdom passed from age to age.
What went before could be known; lessons could be learned.
Eyes in the present now so blind to the past; ignorant of mistakes once made.
Those who remember shout their warning; unhearing, youth charges forward into the black.
The elders who lived and struggled point to the path; the young go astray.
What is past is not prologue; it is now and it is later.
Oh, what folly it is to forget; effort, pain and sacrifice go to waste.
Lament that fools do not know; what was is, and again will be.
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