How fickle a people are we?
Yesteryear we sorrowed,
today we dishonored the thing we sorrowed for.
What we were forced into remembrance to protect
we now destroyed the very thing we just testified.
We jump to conclusion.
yet run from evidence and knowledge.
We don't understand time,
and time doesn't understand us.
We lie, we cheat, we get dragged to out feet.
We reach, we change, we fly to the sky.
We stand, we fall, we barely grow at all.
We grow, we know, then forgot our very own call.
We want to yell it out,
We wish to keep it in,
We turn like the tides of the sea.
How fickle a people are we.
Emma Rose
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