The Year One Thousand and One - Sonnet 50

If history has taught us anything:

The change, the war inevitably comes,

Whether we like it to or not, as suns

And moons pass bittersweet remembering;

Our ground will shift; our nations will forget

The horrors that befell us; men will run

From battlefields, and women will have spun

Their households burned to ashes in regret;

But may the budding of the olive tree

Remind the weary, pressed, bloodguilty soul

Of peace in the foundations of the world

That will be rediscovered and set free

When all the dust has settled in high places

And heavy burdens die within our faces.