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Haunting Memory

The mind activates our collective recall,
tiny resemblance of an alien humanity fighting for an existence.
Wasted analysis of past and future seem irrelevant now.
Their past is being wiped out and their future, uncertain.

She sits alone armed with nothing but youth: An ironic ally.
Youth can't survive among the dreaded memories.
For their source lies with the dictator.
Her tears fall. Her own mind being the sole destroyer now.

Her head rests on her possession, her only possession.
The promise of youth died when the memories were invented.
Big men controlled her mind; her body just emanated the tool.
Did they know they were also controlling her memories?

Hundreds sit like her. Alone. Young. Old. All without homes.
The vision is one of ancient times.
She isn't. She is the antithesis. For within her lies more than a destroyed
youth.
Her memories will prevent a future; the present underlying any chance to
escape.
Her memory will remain. A memory that humanity should learn from.

And yet should we not have already learned?

copyright, Fiona Grace.

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