December 15

December fifteenth walks in low,
No trumpet sounds, no public show.
Yet history bends upon this day,
When quiet choices shape the way.

Empires loosen iron hands,
Old powers fade across the sands.
From Alamut to Africa’s shore,
Kingdoms fall — the world learns more.

A parchment breathes, a promise sworn,
Where rights are sealed and laws are born.
The Bill of Rights takes mortal form,
A shield for speech, a freedom norm.

A Lakota voice is silenced still,
Sitting Bull falls by a broken will.
The land remembers what was lost,
The human toll, the brutal cost.

At Verdun’s fields, the cannons cease,
Endurance carves the shape of peace.
While Russia turns from war’s old flame,
And Europe never stays the same.

A silver screen ignites the night,
As cinema ascends its height.
Yet shadows gather, names erased,
At Drobytsky Yar — no grace misplaced.

An emperor’s godhood meets its end,
Belief set free, the soul can bend.
Justice finds a patient hand,
As crimes transcend both time and land.

From Earth, a craft to Venus dives,
Proof thought can leap where hope survives.
In orbit, humans learn to meet,
Two paths aligned in fragile heat.

A label falls, a truth is clear,
Love is not a thing to fear.
A revolution sparks its start,
As courage beats a nation’s heart.

A tower leans, yet will not fall,
Time restrained by care for all.
A war concludes, though echoes stay,
A nation born — then torn away.

Through grain and language, law and art,
Through grief and flight and human heart,
This day reminds what time conceals:
History whispers — then decides.

December fifteenth does not shout.
It turns the page.
And leaves no doubt.