naught woke

distaste for a past

nullified with biased pens

dipped in a woke ink

erasing changes naught

scrubbing away the canvas

will paint know future

teach to understand

the paths we traveled to here

include the missteps

dreamers left hardships

to horizons others owned

they wanted better

time need apologize

eras send condolences

past beg forgiveness

I know naught their years

the why’s lost with the seasons

reasons only theirs

the present now leaves

to a past others will judge

with future knowledge

owning their mistakes

banes of civilizations

the present’s weight

the oil can now dry

eons of wheels been greased

some too with spilled blood

tear down what you wish

quieting the questioners

with shouts of hatred

11/26/2021