history lessons

you could spend your whole life weeping in mourning and horror from the history of violence by humanity,
and be out of time.
reaching back, crying again, for our blood soaked history.
in this era, while sometimes more subtle, still the forward echoes ripple across us all, directed still at those clothed in ways seen as less worthy of life: by skin, by gender, by age or identity.
the power pressing everyone downwards into pain unless by privilege you can resist or deflect for longer.
we have war in our souls and minds ready to manifest it.