Echoes (poem)

The Earth is shaken,
Images of horror,
The senseless carnage
Dominate the screen,
Mankind is one —
One heart,
One soul,
One pain
That time will never dull…
But time is singing
Its ancient lullaby
And we forget.

How eagerly selective,
How blissfully short-lived
Our memory is.
Succumbing to the steady hum of years
We let the past lie dormant
Till pure evil
Attacks once more
And its distorted features
Surprise us
With a sense of recognition.
The old bell tolls again,
And we recall.