Sands of Lost Time
Sands of Lost Time
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Time was measured using an hour glass.
A magnificent piece of equipment of the age.
The tiny grains of sand would trickle down through a narrow space
squeezing itself to reach the other side.
Many would watch; many wouldn't care.
The grains on the top push the suppressed ones below.
Many would watch not knowing that they will be next.
The fellow grains reach the other side
but this is not the end of oppression.
Although in exile, the oppressors will travel
the same path to follow; to torment them.
All the weight will be on the one most susceptible;
the one crying so quietly
in the bottom of the hourglass.
In time, the hourglass is flipped
by some foreigner whom they know not.
Changing tides; the oppressed is now
capable of being the oppressor!
What sorcery! To everyone's surprise,
the ones who were sentenced to live in exile
is now commanding the region.
The once oppressed,
should have known to forgive and forget.
No! Barbarically they now feed on their revenge.
They proclaim the same punishment.
They are forced through the narrow tube
back to where they came from.
Only we know that this is a cycle which never ends.
But what we didn't know is that there is really no going back.
The grains may have just passed through the same narrow tube,
to remain in the same confined region.
We thought we get back time; a second chance.
When the grains moved back to where they came from,
the real question is,
"Do we?"
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