God's Pen Poem by Dean Meredith

God's Pen



History rewrites itself
First for the victor
In self glorification
And to cover the mistakes
All those dead men
Lives needlessly lost
At the stroke of a pen

But history is patient
And a tolerant friend
It allows only so much
Correcting all in the end
The glorious brought down
To earth and far below
In depths where they belong

For truth is history's goal
Ultimately to be kept
Like the most sacred of vows
And generals never win
In the long run of life
They are rendered evil
By the pawns they sacrifice

Fear not thanks to history
Writing and rewriting
Always working at the page
It boldly marches on
Changing and amending
Never sleeping through the nightmares
Burying the rage

Saturday, April 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: history
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Douglas Scotney 11 April 2015

I wonder if it will say it was our fault?

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