To The Victor Go The Spoils

In every war that has been

The victor has told the story

Defiling opponents' names

Enhancing his own glory

It is inevitable, I suppose

That when such tales are told

Lies creep in to the narrative

And falsities manifold

And so when down the generations

These legends on are passed

The lies too, do accumulate

And a huge farce is amassed

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Which story has been told

To every child that is born

Ere slumber each night

And first thing again in the morn?

Which is the oldest fable

That man has ever weaved

And with the ancient legend

Many generations deceived?

It is that of religion, it is that of God

It is the question of how we came to be

How can I believe that this tale alone

Through all the eons has come unchanged to me?

What if this tale too

Like all others before

Was written by the victor

And inconsistencies bore?

Do we live by his rules

On the off chance he was right

Or do we set our minds free

To let it roam where it might?

I know not the answer
And 'til this answer be found
To a life of blind faith
I, at least, shan't be bound