Is there not an injustice
That the victors write the books,
While the opposition gets pelted with blame and hatred.
Should there not be a person to write plays and sonnets about them,
From their perspective,
Without the knarled, tortured bias
Creating a hurricane of destruction in it's wake,
Would that not be justice?
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The Beauty of Thoughts
RandomJust a random really, really, really short collection of my poems of thoughts about life and random stuff. Sorry about awfulness and any mistakes. I will always be adding things on so it will probably never end as people always have thoughts.
