History

The young have so much to learn.
Sins of the world embodied in the one
Where the lamb gives all for the whole.
She kneels weeping for the slain,
The life of him
Washing amongst the masses
Her tears, clear
Like an innocents eye taking in the pain
Of man and all his flaws
Yes
The young have so much to learn.
Nestled in the comfort of her
Is the new generation, waiting
For their chance to have their voices
Heard and SHOUT!
But,
Maybe,
Perhaps
Their message is unclear
Or not ready for this time,
Their right,
Is not theirs to own.
The young have so much to learn.
From past mistakes and future blunders
So
Possibly,
The same blood is not spilt
Sacrificing more innocence.
Should we look back or forwards?
Could it be
The old have so much to learn.