Misbegot
Isn't it amazing when I have it all
I see the world's dark, it's pall
I have naught but light around
Yet focus on inequities that abound
With sustenance I am stocked
With security I am fenced
Impecuniarily blocked
My ignorance washed, in enlightenment rinsed
The simple stirring of a tree in breeze
Are to me inspiration, wind a-lee
Its shudder and shake in the night
A ship of time I travel, hurled alight
Peoples who are seen evil, seen as naught
I see other side, their cause in blood bought
They who history castrates, denigrates
Yet cast down, brought low, victims of fate
The man who stood for principle at one time
Is cast down as liar, as pursuer of crime
He Who spilt his blood for his cause
Is made pointless, victim aft-printed crime
The hero who in his time was God
Is now scorned, in home abroad
He who leapt and strode with giant step
Is called a rebel, traitor and shunned, leper
I stand for those who were downtrod
Truly forgotten
Who charged for glory misbegotten
Lost, as rebels in cause now darkened
In my veins runs their blood memory
Here I live, a man they wouldn't count free
I study their past and for what they fought
Learn daily, reminesce what their blood bought
They cried for freedom for release
From a system corrupted, that now we don't see
We take it for granted, think not why they died
For principles below ground, buried, denied
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