TheTruth of the Past

As we walk along our muddled past
We find history molded as if in a cast.

Often times we stop and wonder
Do we really have the right to plunder?

As we should, for however wrong it certainly may seem
It appears a divine right, that makes us gleam.

However, we must be careful, for what takes seconds to take
May take nature years to make.

So hold back not a single thing
For one day we’ll know what made others sing.

Leave no stone unturned
Only then will we know when the first fire burned.

Now in our feast for glory
We’ll soon know the whole story.

The waters are still to be searched
The desserts were not always so parched.

Keep striving for your goals
The earth has many folds.

And always remember the truest truth
Often is revealed with the slightest proof.
We hold the keys to Pandora’s box
All that is missing is the lock.

And never forget the moon and stars
Are the heavens battle scars.

Hold tight to all you dream
It is in these you’ll find a seam.

Words are fine to read
But what really makes a mind bleed

Is some tangible, unmistakable proof
That makes us all share the same truth.

And once found it will forever last
For it is always there, the truth of the past.

(c) Bryan Stross Date Unknown
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