The Historian

NA.

The historian

Has run for the hills, meekly

Belying the truth

About the why and the when,

Coinkydinkly

Shifting to Tronno Before

Ditching Old Eli,

Claiming November had nought 

To do with said acts,

And while bestselling the book

Written 'fore the run,

That which both terrifies and

Kindles hope, eyes now

Opened, reading the same walls,

Become shocked by the 

Way this once-hero faltered,

While at the same time

Pondering if this is how 

It worked in the past,

Upon the realization 

Of horror brewing,

A great sense of betrayal 

Arose between those 

Who bore the capacity

In opposition 

To those who either could not

Afford to, had no

Connections, or wanted to 

Simply stay and fight 

The vicious, hatemongering

Tyrant�"still, until 

The repeat of history,

Comparison is

Nothing more than that, so might 

It be jealousy 

At best, that can explain such

Disdain for the man,

Or is self-preservation

The only sane act

When facing pending crisis?

Will memory serve to shame?

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Will mere shame even suffice?