Barbarians, not quite at the gates,

But clamoring from within to destroy

By good name, though embodying hate.

The Truth may merely become a decoy.

A history of a suffering past,

That no living person has ever seen,

But its echoes still ripple, hard and fast.

The vulgar call its power to be king.

The lessons that we were supposed to learn

May become mysterious, forbidden.

Then, those who ask questions are to be burned;

Their lives destroyed, and their stories hidden.

But some will resist and fight in the name of Truth,

Leading The World forward, always speaking sooth.