A museum bears no truth: A poem 

Embers of history are no relics of gold  The oft-told story has no veracity in bold  The past is a corpse lying in mysterious dark  A graveyard of truth, which is seldom marked  Museums are no foundries of the lives that were led  Their artefacts don’t mourn for the veins that bled  Evil guns brought victoryContinue reading “A museum bears no truth: A poem “