Buried Truth
Years of history, failures and mistakes,
written through the eyes of winners.
What happened to the other side,
the story of the so-called sinners?
We all find peace when truth finds us,
but not when it has been locked away.
We will not know what has been taken,
from those who died that day.
Only those who were silenced know what had conspired;
a truth filled with their feelings.
The victors took the circuits and had them rewired
to fit in with the wheeling and dealing.
And what have we now but a half- told tale,
filled with glimpses of the truth that we seek.
What would have happened if the rewriting had failed,
the strong now regarded as weak?
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