The sands of Normandy, France
The corner of Normandie and Florence
We write our wrongs outside the books
Outside the classrooms, where life pushes
Our left foot against Our right heel
Had we paid no mind to the cracks,
There'd be no need to shoved us pass
Sam's innocence is up
They're in the hills
Watching, flushing water
Through the valley
Flipped cars, leveled buildings
The suburbs own the town and country
Normandy, France
Normandie and Florence
It's all just barrel fires
Grandpa knows
He's seen it all
Tempus Fugit
But never changes
YOU ARE READING
Tempus Fugit
PoetryNot all of our battles as a nation are addressed in textbooks. Most of our mistakes are masked or never mentioned. Because of this, history repeats without an inch of progress ever being made. Time pushes forward, but we never move.
