Past Sentiment

It is a terribly irksome habit of our fellow states

To harbor poison and deceit in their midst

To allow the false constructs of old stand

It defies all conventions that it should stand and mock us

A testament to our torn ways, adorned in marigold

Pleasant stateside attraction it would seem

Come with your family and observe the folly of our forefathers

See how they fought a cause for wrapping themselves in chains?

See the symbols of our old masters, placed in that snide fashion?

Implying some symbol of martyr or redemption

That their quaked cause should carry on

Is it just the most beautiful spring morning?

And there are their skeletons across the ways

Now hung in regalia and tucked in wardrobe

Do you think the puppet master should come down to our humble park

Play with strings attached to marrow endings

See them mash together

See how even in death they seem to howl with laughter

Jaws agape in their century long fashion

Empty calls for reason and sanity

Return these skeletons to where they belong

No one will forget the river of blood they craved out

The chariots spiked and ridged in a trail of fire

No one needs reminding of that

You no need to go further our statehouse doors

See people parading in the sickly iron water

Awashed in their chocked baptism

Than see our mistaken ideals again cudgeled against our nation

But what a nice theory it is

To see textbooks strung from flagpoles

See our terrible and brother slain history?

Do you see how proudly we claim the defeated embers

See how we stoke the flames and adorn our pyre?

The road for miles lit in sickly orange light

Coughing and choking the lungs in a rubber hellfire

And here comes the man of the hour

Unwashed but in only his coat of arms

Smeared and rags in nature

But how noble of him to carry history like that,

Tokens branded into him, terrible and frightful meanings

What an awe inspiring man!

Cast out the plague of sickly hatred in our lives.

Cast out the tired and frightful, clinging to banners and symbols.

Cast out the sentiment that history belongs in pools of blood of modern invention

Cast out our wretched "enlightened" ideals of division among men

Deny them a place among our society

The past is what has happened.

It is not a spectre to haunt our streets

Corroding our ideals.

A living being with only plague rotten eyes to spread lies.

Cast out those who would chain us in our past and nightmares.

Cast them out.

As they are so fond of saying of others with sentiments of reason.