Amnesia Poem by grace mariner

Our world is like one big incestuous family.
Don't discuss the horrors and we can alter history, making it much more pleasing to the masses.
Ghost walks in Gettysburg...what fun.
Remembering what happened there...streets running with blood,
horse and human bloating and rotting in that July sun.
Where are those ghosts?
Who cries for them?
Halloween in Salem...no better place for tricks and treats.
Atrocities beyond the capacity of reason in 1692 now erased by painted faces and celebration.
Who cries for the 24 lost?
Their hanging tree now abutting a drugstore parking lot, are any crystals cast for them that fell?
Outlaw the rebel flag and we will soon forget the great divide and all of that rudimentary unpleasantness.
Ignore all world wide genocide, just as we ignored Hitlers Final Solution...
that is until it got too close for comfort.
Deny that the Holocaust ever happened...
let's get drunk at Oktoberfest instead.
An oil baron reacts with shock and awe,
while our sons die and he receives his 30 pieces of silver.
Pro football players kill dogs with their bare hands only to get the Ed Block Courage Award a few years later.
How quickly...how conveniently, we forget.
Small pox laden blankets, trails of tears evokes the question...
who is the savage?
Blindness, deafness, dumbness cannot erase atrocities,
unless we let them.
And by letting them vanish from memory, book and prose, we condemn our kind to repeat them for how can we learn from what no longer exists?
We sleep with the serpent who whispers his biased but pleasing images into our heads.
And those of us who refuse to follow,
refuse to believe are carefully watched and removed if necessary.
There is no room for the non conformist in the monsters bed.