The History Class.A Poem by Bryan SeftonObserving the primitives.
They sit in classes centuries hence.
And try to comprehend the good Of everyone who lived back then Which is the now, perhaps we should Also sit and view ourselves And ascertain just how we stood They see a people compromised A world map showing little bits Borders marked on land and skies And little people making threats At anyone who's passing by 'Come on in, see what you get! ' They roar with laughter as they read Or laugh at old newsreels that show Our leaders saying 'let's sit and talk And, doing so, all come to blows (They think Neanderthal man advanced We of the now retarded, slow) For now the only country's Earth With towns called Britain, Russia, France America, China, India, all Cared for by a world wide health The whole world working to an end And sharing in a common wealth They read of wars where millions fought They read of countless numbers slain They read of how, while millions starved Money was pouring down the drain In search of greater killing power Contemptuously, they laugh again! © 2022 Bryan SeftonReviews
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