A Cold Wind Receding

A Cold Wind Receding


From the east, a cold wind blows.
It whispers secrets, forever untold,
But what if for once an ear we would open, take a chance
To hear what has been spoken.
Memories linger, ever so near,
Waiting to be grasped, grabbed from the sky, from the air.

The cold wind breaths down your neck,
Tempting you to remember the mistakes of your fathers.
Why is it that no one wants to learn
From a source that is most wise?
Is the past not our greatest tutor?

I’ve heard rumors, and whispers of rumors
Claiming of memorials to be demolished.
We need to embrace the future and disregard our past some say.
How can we ever grow in the shadow of mistakes?
Oh, but I disagree.

Hitler, I think, was a powerful man.
He was cunning,
He made us forget our human worth.
Do we really think that by forgetting we will never repeat?

I say we need more education
More remembrance and reflection.
Understand how it happened,
How it’s wrong.

What’s the worst tragedy; you decide.
Is it the horrible act that happened?
or the repetition of that very same act?