The Moslem Door

A Sonnet about not learning from the past

In desert sands there lies a broken door

To shield from wind, built by devout Ansar

Broken by man blonde, Afrika Korps

Retreating May in yellow creeping panzer

The olive door broken down that day still

Lies in the red brown dust for many years

But the tank it saw taking barren hills

Would not be the last to augment its fears

Mere days ago, upon that rotting door

There happened yet another gory scene

There fell upon a battered bruised M4

And bloody body of brown haired Marine

Fitting fate for history indiscreet

That those who do not learn from her repeat

Author's Note

Your thoughts on the rhyming scheme, the message?

(the break from iambic pentameter in the 3rd and 4th lines was intentional)