History can be unkind

To quiet men like me

But I hope

Beyond all hope

It'll grant me a reprieve

For if history

Could read a mind

Then guilty mine would be

Of making plans

To take a stand

Against this tyranny

But history is not so blind

It sees with clarity

The tired fool

And traitor who'll

Bow to the enemy

History has been unkind

To quiet men like me

Who hear the call

Then watch it fall

In willfull apathy