Poetry: “Historian”
Historian
There’s no doubt of what happened.
And that’s why they’re screaming their throats raw in the streets.
Under oath?
Would you say it under oath?
It’s a crime to lie.
Would you spread out the ink-stained archives? On a pulpit?
On a podium? Before God?
Will you crawl back into silence?
You’re a coward and a hero and someone someday will decide for us.
And your obituary will be a collection of headlines.
You should be grateful.
They used to stone witches.
It’s a dangerous time.
It’s an electronic war.
Look at them. In the streets.
You are too vicious.
You are too weak.
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