History is not so innocent a child

His hands are still wet with blood

Not Dead Letters but fuming hot and wild

And The Lies flow not in trickles, but in Flood

We are dumb watchers, one Earthful

We cannot evade this Monster of Vengeance

Every human feels like demon so self rightful

Blood letting strongly believed to cure the Grievance

Is this Spaceship Earth, the beloved one?

To carry us crossing the Space to the Sun?

Where are the needles to tranquilize the Heart

Throbbing with Revenge since we carry it from the Start

Only Emptiness in the Genetic Factory

Only fake Happiness on the String of Semblance

Technology is the Crutch of Cripple History

To help us stand up, and run off-balance

There must be a Way, the fitting Way

To redress History glittering with Pride

Rightful ones or Glamorous Lies of the Day

To retrieve Honesty, we don't miss or abide

There in the Stem of the Soul!

The fire of the Mighty Intelligence still aglow

To light up our stand and realign our Role

To look back lovingly, while craddling Tomorrow