She had recurrent visions
Flashes in her imagination
Of days past

Mixing in with the present
Both so bleak

She imagined someone

This one had her hands bound
And she was making her last march
Underneath fear, she seemed dignified

She was being made to march
In line with a few others
Somehow, she stood out

They committed no crimes
But were deemed guilty

Those images mixed with the present
Those happened in the past
Not much has changed

No, it hasn't
And, in knowing this, more flashes came
The same scene

Except in the present

This scene included her
Her and a few of her loved ones
Deemed guilty

Yet committing no crimes

The key difference betwixt the two
Is that television is a thing, currently
And she could see this being broadcast

For all to see

Back then, there were crowds

People would be watching
Watching them making their final march
And it'd be in broad daylight

Not so much under the cloak of darkness

She didn't fear Death
However, knowing what she knew,
She dreaded history being repeated.