OscarHum8

Last Friday, we went to the museum of tolerance. Yes, it was moving. Yes, it was hard. Yes, we became waterfalls of tears. My great-grandparents having been in the Holocaust, it profoundly affected me to have seen all the atrocities that happened and how they did. Entering the museum, the first thing that caught our attention was a large spiral in the middle of the building. Later as we went down the spiral, we saw pictures of people along the sides. Our tour guide, Walter (who's daughter owns the Hawks), was an old, crippled man from Chicago. He had traveled to Europe to study the Nazi history, visiting sites such as Auschwitz. In his words, "All these pictures you have seen. All these pictures of men, women, and children. All these people were survivors of the Holocaust. All of these humans were a side-effect of what men can do to their fellow men."  The last sentence hit me like a brick. History has a tendency to repeat itself. Take the world wars as an example. Or th...

To make this clear, I am writing a poem as the boots of the soldiers in the American civil war.                 Lessons Learned from War The horrors I have seen Oh the horrors I can feel From the corpses of the young To the hopes of the masses, which will never heal The gunpowder in the lungs The blood on our hands The travesty on the land Many of which only upset. Families have been torn apart Hopes are breaking, along with hearts. Headed nowhere, lives wasted, Don't let our mistakes repeat. Don't let our idiocy became an art.