Who can be saved
a road already paved
history a keeper of blood and thunder.
Who can be saved
man In constant anger.
Words to be chains
ambitious claims
a palm readers hand
draws the line in the sand.
Will history decide to speak
a voice never allowed to peak.
The living dead
stories rising above the ground.
From soil to spoil
man's hands at work.
A judge no more
shock, absent wisdom to pour.
In the end who will write the truth
with unadulterated proof.