Beyond the Words

History

History is no longer history

because we live through it now

and it will be our home in the future.

History is when even the common man

becomes a warrior,

Because the only leader

is his own heart,

and the only commander

is his own voice.

Yet, the words he wants to say

are caught with a net that has no holes

and imprisoned in a glass jar.

History is when the pure fountain in the

center of the city's heart

is dirtied with the people's tears

that have been squeezed forcefully

from their eyes,

Because the greater beings had no ears

to hear the people's cries;

they had only eyes that saw

an intangible anger

lighting the square on fire.

History is when the stone

they march upon

opens its lips

and drinks their protests,

Then in turn holding up its arm

to lift the people's spirit

because the footprints they leave behind

are the kind that strengthens the Earth.

History is when people use speech,

Something supposedly given to us at birth,

something supposedly given to us on parchment,

and yet,

something not completely free.