In man's history
The dead have died
For causes
Which were felt
But not
Felt by all

In history
Men have killed men
Women
&
Children
Only
To protect their own

What a roving gang
Of drunken
Shouting
Holy Rolling
Selfish
Self righteous
Faith pushers

Killing only

To prove to themselves
That they
Were in
The right

Shame
Does not
Describe
Our
Atrocities

History tells us
What we used to be
A million paged
Flip-book
Of blood brimming pamphlets
And
Immovable mistakes

We are caught
In the

Past

Present and

Future

Of time

Like the fly
Is caught
In the spiders web

We shake
We squirm
We squeak with a silent squeal

That no Godly ear
Can hear

In many ways
We are like the fly
Wriggling for
Our falsely justified
Freedom

Trying to escape our past
As well as
Our present

Striving

To become

What history

Would never have

Allowed