When the wait is over,
When the carping ends in corporate encomiums,
And the victim turns victor because the centre can now hold,
That is when we shall, with naked eyes, face the naked truth:
If there is something to learn from history,
It is that man never learns from history.
The old axiom:
A wise man learns from his mistakes, and the wisest from others’,
Only exists in the quoted chambers of memory.
When the bridges have been burned in protest,
How do we bus lovers and enemies to our celebration?
When we took an eye for an eye and are now left with only the blind,
Who leads whom to our repast?
Do not celebrate with a sharpened axe because you’re the victor.
Do not laugh in the sun, Mr Salt.
African weather is not unreliable,
Because it’s a consistently inconsistent clock.
It’s the only thing that changes, the reason we rely on it.
When all is over and you’re king,
Do you still have brothers and enemies?
A candid enemy is better than a grave.
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