Hello
I am the two-thousandth and fourteenth year of recorded time
The one you write on the top of your paper next to your name
If your formal like I am
I live in the country of Now, one second away from History,
and infinitely far from the
Land of Future.
I am angry
I'm angry that we will not learn
That all of my fathers and mothers did not learn.
They refused to teach us what happened in the past because of their own pride, which grasps onto our achievements like shining gold, and throws out our losses with the trash
The secret to peace wasn't passed down, year to year
Mortality's cure wasn't recorded in the medical books
Our ancestors didn't care enough to remember
And so I'm a year, because of History, that will see the same mistakes made
That should have been avoided if we could learn,
if we would learn.
My father said "Oh, that didn't matter.
“The nation that died wasn't important.“
Maybe in the Land of Future, It does matter?
Maybe it is important?
Ha!
But nobody ever listens to me.
I'm gonna drop reality bombs
On your nostalgic country of History
The place that always wishes for better
But chooses to do nothing for Its ideals.
I'm gonna make you walk twords the mirage of ignorance
Make you watch it fade away in the wind of change
And replace it with the Truth
that we must remember our mistakes,
they are our guiding light.
or we are destined to remain in the dark..
We are like a newborn flower
We are waiting to blossom
But we will never bloom if we keep fighting the same wars
In the same ways
Lying the same lies
Killing the same Kings
We will only learn if we remember.
Father this is for you.I am your legacy.        
And I am gonna turn it upside down.