A poem

History has sent chapters, verse, entire books to read, yet they say you can find it on your feed, everything you need..

I am no Saint nor martyr to the human mind but when I see progress I pray to be left behind, to think slowly again and even hear my breath rising from my aged breast,

History has a soul to stir the very heart of us all, but “no thanks old man” they said, we can get what we need from our trusted news feed.

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