Too Late Poem by Phil Soar

Too many notions breaking the silence and mystery
Of days of torture, hurt and pain, and war
Too many stories bearing nothing but distaste
Hurtful actions resulting in tears and breaking hearts
In the fullness of time our sins will be our downfall
And all that went before will be our history
Taking away the most wonderful memories
Mixing them with violence
And concealing nothing
Too late, we may see the pitfalls of our crimes
Only to follow those who sought to hurt us
And those who inflict the pain have no remorse
Too late, and then too soon,
For everyone