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What legacy you profess
adventure(greatness)
was supposed to be
spreading hope and dignity,
freedom, and liberty
and with great finesse
yet, not by your history
which suggests
an alternative spin
to the universe
in directions opposite,
the intention extreme
obscured by circumstance
travelling dimensions unseen
though
wheels of history turn
truth, into
dreams of conquest
by any and every means
positive
or otherwise,
turn diagonally across
every fiber
in the fabric of your story
exposing fault lines
of invisibility woven
between the truth told
and the lies obscured
of friendships betrayed,
executions staged
needless sacrifices made;
the price good people
paid while, taking part
in the course of history as
it is/was being made,
the double-helix of time,
bends
the minds behind the music,
meet the conductor
directing the movements,
as each note is played
as it pertains to people
relative to you and me
the spaces
draped in silence…
massacres, yet
the stories blur to gray…
there, as if to vanish…
where no one hears their cries.
The assassins,
prone to violence
still untried, sidestep reality,
without redress…
so long as they hold true
and hold silence,
meanwhile, the music
of false confidence,
Tapping unspent reserves
of an entire nation…
Siphon the people’s treasury
bending rules
in favor of the few…
supporting bigotry as necessary
Exploit dead men
with a storyline,
painting
visions of glory,
stories worth following
make heroes/sheroes
grant some illusion of strength
Sowing confusion in the ranks…
Since we’re being frank,
exposing to harm
The
Supporting cast
for your invasion fleet
While your flagship…
is sunk, by truth
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