Ghosts of history
over time they fade.
Leaving behind only mystery,
the mistakes made.
Which we repeat.
Over and over.
A stuck record,
the needle jumping back to the groove before.
Over and over,
repeating the same phrase.
It repeats like the futility of war.
Ghosts of history.
Their limbs missing,
holes where holes should not be.
They march through the dreams and nightmares we see.
And we learn nothing.
The fragility of the mind,
the broken men and women left behind.
The ones that never come back,
or return but with minds cracked.
Ghosts of history.
They sit around war memorials,
they filter through our mental hospitals.
they get lost on numerous systems.
Ghosts in the machine.
History's lessons still shown on some screens.
But we ignore them.
We ignore the moans,
the groans,
because war is profit.
War fills pockets.
Thanks for reading
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