A Hundred Years

A Hundred Years Ago

There was so much hope

So much joy.

We thought we would never again be so stupid.

We thought we had learned our lesson.

But we hadn’t had we?

Each new generation insists on making its own mistakes.

Reinventing itself stubbornly

Refusing to learn from those who learned so painfully.

We look back now

on this day

and insist it isn’t so.

Of course we remember,

of course we care

of course we can find the right words

on this day

A Hundred Years later.

But we carelessly stumble away from the unity which was the child of that painful lesson.

We disregard what progress there has been.

We think it can never happen here, to us.

We are too modern, surely?

But will we still look so modern

In a Hundred Years?