The Martyr Poem by Derek Lainhart

Hidden is the truth
No light will ever shine
On all the real and living proof
There never was a sign

Proclaimed to be the Martyr
Of his respectful time
But in truth he was the starter
Of emotions vengeful chime

A hypocrite as know by one
But, without a story
His actions, abhorred by the sun
Which did not stop his glory

An endless chain of lies was made
With politics their mother
But loyalty among them stayed
Always good, could do no other

The one was criticized
His truth unheard by ears so deaf
His truth, then soon ostracized
And contorted, to the left