Poems ✍️

Sophia the psychic
Was perhaps slow, now quick
To surmise that along this road, so clear,
Were those who did not want to hear
That what had happened many times before
Was just a prelude for what was in store.

For man never learns that he cannot change
The inner workings of another's brain
And all will suffer as in times past
For that is the lesson that history cast.

As we all progress(?) down the road.

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