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by Brian Mudenda © 2021

Pages of the past are inked in red
Some in a vivid fearful dark colour
Upon flipping them - a tear is shed
None can admire such awful horror

Paths tread by some men of old
Make us shiver even in summer
By hand we jerk the heavy head
Weak, kneels knock each other

What on earth could be more sad
Than that such emotions as weather
Quickly change leaving us unchanged;
Blue as the sky and at night just darker?

How should History be viewed?
Not as mere story or an opera
But as a script that if replayed
Produces the very old picture.

If what was meant to be shuned
Was forever viewed with horror;
If only beautiful acts were admired
How beautiful would be our era!

Having thus avoided the dark road
Every soul would shine yet brighter
Yea,having left some paths unused
We would move on with no puncture

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