Deep in dark caverns false history swells
With facts so true as wishing wells.
Stories of nations, each with its own
Pride and prejudice believed to the bone.
That which is, - To others not,
As what is stolen we dare say - bought.
Truth that's harsh we shan't connect;
Think thoughts-- Politically correct.
False hopes and dreams, for all it seems
Is not worth print on empty reams.
Yet, honored and trusted it guides us well
With facts so true - as a wishing well.
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