More of it is staged.
To remain entertained that way.
Historic events,
With them created to believe.
Leaves a greatness achieved,
Left to doubt.
But heard to not ignore,
That's all some folks talk about.
A greatness of this.
A greatness of that.
And even a greatness to have,
From a chair one sits at.
Yet,
Conflicting is the narrative.
Imperative to truth.
Just to keep it unrevealed.
Concealing it has produced proof.
Where is it in school books.
Or from pulpits preached.
Why is truth feared to teach it.
As a tool to value and use.
Imperative to be lucid.
Yet missing from the narrative.
A telling of truth to know it.
With it told to be as is.
Imperative to the narrative,
But kept a threat to avoid and accept.
Yet we expect our youth to honest.
In times when truth gets no respect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem