THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

HISTORIES VANDALS
The world aflame in pain sadly is in store
With false prophets outside of histories fragile door
Vandals tearing down the walls of time gone past
Paid for with blood shed by thousands massed
Now destroyers insert that which hides truth
Dishonors those who paid with lost youth
Minority leads the majority by the nose
Time, I think, for the door on this to suddenly close

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