October 15, 2021 § Leave a comment
Dead men do not an empire make.
Dead men lie in the shadows of war and
Piece by piece overshadow the peace of
Sons and daughters that might be, but will not be.
In this case,
Is it not better to build, build, build
Until there is no more land,
Until there are more mouths to feed than food,
Until the empire caves in upon itself?
Our empire, built by the living,
On the graves of our regrets, our guilts, our painful secrets, our abandoned pasts?
Which historical narrative are you currently using to cover up the truth about the present?
Have you asked yourself, recently?