The Love and Horror Here

The Patriarchs

And those great beings of old, those titans, those dastardly heroes,
Fell dead to the ground;
Just mortal men after all,
Their secrets and lies going with them to the great beyond,
Not even a proper farewell were they given,
Nor did they give to their children
Perhaps it was deserved,
Perhaps they deserved a sendoff cut short,
By their own shortcomings.
They were just men... they were only ever going to be flawed,
And what we need to remember is that it's dangerous to romanticize people just because they're gone and dead,
We need to remember their imperfections, many as they were,
And keep in mind the fallibility of flesh and matter,
We need to remember what a bad person at least one of them was,
And we are still alive,
We can do better than they ever did.
Echoes from memory; let them trouble us no more,
We step out from the past,
And claim our rightful legacies together,
Or not at all,
Their ways are gone; they are done,
There's no place for men like them in our time,
Let them be forgotten,
Let them rot away from the tapestry of thought,
We are the future.