History
Someone says,
Twas the good old days.
No locked doors,
What's mine is yours.
Standing strong,
We all belong.
On reflection, truth detection,
All is not so clear to see.
Jack did murder, Crippen too, even dick was robbing me.
Times were gruesome, Crime was rife,
God did bless with short life.
I look at history with balanced mind,
See the mean alongside the kind.
Learn what is right and what is wrong,
All gets shipped across the pond.
Treat your foes as your friends,
Changing history, make amends.
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