Request To The Author For A Rewrite
History, History...I thought I loved you...
...until you proved too true
You turned on me, and at me, did hurl
...horrible atrocities...
...not belonging in my world
Your horror overpowers your good...
...and if I could change you I would
The Crusaders raped and pillaged...
...countless countries and villages...
In the name of God...My God!...in the name of God...
In the new world, many so called witches were burned
for it was thought from Satan their power was earned
They were killed and turned beneath the sod...
...and it was in the name of God...
The Red man was then cheated...
...Their laments went unheeded
The solders, who froze their feet
at Valley Forge, shiver still...
...Could not God have changed it
had it been his will?..
...Slavery’s cries through the years can still be heard
...the cries silenced not by chains undone
...or heroes felled on a battlefield, unsung
Brother against brother in Civil War...
...many never seen anymore...
And then while the country was on the mend
...the Red man was cheated again
...Sent out man, woman, and child on a Trail Of Tears
...The tales still come down through the years
All mother’s sons had to go fight World War One...
They thought at last peace had come, with victory won
The economy just couldn't take any more...
Banks failed and stocks went through the floor
Someone in their wisdom started another war
Crazy man gassing some Jews at a furious pace
...all in the name of his Master Race
Dear God, I know...they cried to you...
...World War Two...
It filled pages, more than a few
Not many more years down the road
...there come another load...
Korea was its name...
shiver...freezing cold,
...and soldiers dying was its game
...a few years of happy days
...and more horror came...
...an Asian jungle war
...and Vietnam was its Name
...God, did you see...
what happened...
...to my brothers and me
It was a bloody war... that for some
...still...is not done....
Just a little peace and than a trek
...of soldiers in the sand...
...to free a small country
...from a neighboring dictator’s hand
Peace came again with a job left undone
...Victory was still not won...
...Quiet times and empty rhymes
and back again to Iraq...
...This time we will not lack...
God, can I ask you to watch their back...
I do not love you, History, anymore
...unless you will take this chore
...Change yourself, History...
You are too open...too in sight
There will be left no mystery
All has...and will come to light
...Cleanse yourself, History!..
Change! I beg of you, turn back your pages
...Take the hate out of the ages
And begin, if you may, and if you are able...
...in the spot where Cain slew Abel...
©Faye Sizemore 4/29/03
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