History Rhymes

History rhymes; it does not repeat,

A shadowy echo, a steady beat.

Not a mirror, but a haunting refrain,

Lessons unlearned, sung again.

Empires crumble, then rise anew,

The hands of power change their hue.

The faces differ, the motives stay,

Greed and ambition rarely stray.

Revolutions burn, ideals ignite,

Yet darkness lingers beyond the light.

Promises broken, dreams deferred,

The same old tale, slightly blurred.

Wars are waged with modern tools,

Yet hearts are led by ancient rules.

Love and hate, the eternal pair,

Dance through eras, unaware.

Oh, if we listened to whispers past,

Might wisdom’s grip take hold at last?

Or are we doomed, like poets warn,

To hum the chorus we’ve long outworn?