Half the world enslaved
Real tears go unseen
Men, women and children prisoners
Fake history has played on our emotive responses
So much to the point that
To be critical is to be exiled
And so the past is cordoned off
Yet we remain subservient to it
No questions can be asked
Just acceptance of a narrative
Unsubstantiated yet always lingering
And now we are the oppressed
For History's alleged oppressed exist
Yet nowhere can they be seen
Maybe it was about land redistribution
The world's been turned upon its head
To see who rules over us
Follow the money
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Author:
Emile Dubois (
Offline) - Published: June 23rd, 2017 18:34
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Sounds like you've been peeking behind the curtain, Emile. Good poem!
Thanks for taking time to read and reply. Appreciated.
Unfortunately, since man started to make records, history was always written by the winners, the survivors. The oppressed and downtrodden had no words. Maybe now with the internet and social media anybody can record what is really happening. How that will play out in the future we will see.
Your words are an inspiration. Thank you
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