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