The Blood of Many

Noble men gone before spoken of in written lore all those souls that came and gone liberty bought and freedom pawned I wonder here in dark of night who was wrong and who was right is it any wonder how we forget their names here and now some names etched in stone and ink just a few who stood on the brink many still have yet to be seen plucked from history books erased and preened blood spilled stains the eye and wrongs are wrought when good men die