Repetition Poem by Autumn Hanna

What will happen when history repeats?
Is it deja-vu to the extreme?

Time stops and the records can't even tell,
How it's going to turn out this time around.

Technology will alter the stream, cover it up conceal it,
Make it all seem like a horrific dream,

Man will twist it, make it bend,
We won't be able to tell right or wrong in the end.

Smoke will conceal the sky, merely a reflection of how we feel inside,
Misled, mistreated and left in the dark, all products of men with blackened hearts.

Once the screaming starts only death can quell,
This living nightmare, this self induced hell.

We'll pay for ours sins, our lies and deceit,
This is what happens when history repeats.