Learning From History
You come to me, again
in the midnight hours feigned
where only darkness and control reigns,
and life seems soured resignations
to unfulfilled expectations
that fill the nation with dissension and conflagrations,
some seek truth alone on which to rely,
others readily accept the lie
what conspiracies lay in disguise?
Clear your mind, open wide your heart
this was not the plan at the very start
of a free republic to be set apart
from acceptance and stagnant dependent rule
recalling historic lessons from school
now changed and reconstructed to fool
actions quite the mystery
as the past becomes rewritten history
extinguishes the dream that only becomes trickery.
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