I am History

I am History.

Do not talk to me
about conflicts,
the ones you had
with families, relatives
friends, neighbours,
colleagues, and
with neighbouring countries.
You have shown your unquestionable
integrity, sincerity, honesty
in keeping alive animosity
through unkind words,
self-destructive thoughts,
delinquent actions.

I am History.
What is so special about
keeping dead discords alive,
reliving hatred, rewriting same stories
in my pressing pages?
Get rid of your destructive box
and write something I am yearning
preserve, talk to me if you have resolved
issues, melted cold and silent wars,
standing in between yourselves
as stubborn, imperceptible icebergs.

I am History.
Talk to me when you can display
the same sincerity in friendship
that you have demonstrated
for self-molestation, self-degradation;
I want to read the same integrity in kindness
that you have shown in being enemies.
Talk to me when you can uphold
the same authenticity in healing
than in killing, the same honesty
in mending relationships.

I am History, a unique teacher,
if you fall prey to your same nature,
results will be that of repeated defeat;
if you conquer the deadly habit
you will lead towards victory,
it’s not difficult, no mystery,
look inside the folds
of the flora and the fauna
read the pages again,
rewrite your destiny.

I am History.
I would want my looks to change,
the age-old green room
traps me in a cage,
give me a hand I desperately
needed for so long,
play a different song
and sing along together;
all maladies and malpractices
will naturally disappear.