Saturday, 31 January 2009

The Gardener

I looked into the Crusades and redrew all the maps,
I challenged China's claim she suffered under the Japs,
I threw the Indian's storied battles into doubt,
And found the starving Russians' stats were somewhat out;
History was a garden, mine to prune and weed:
Grafts against the roots, and fruit against the seed;
But when I set to Holocaust my humble hoe,
I learned there are some plots where thought must never go,
And that scholar's zeal nor curiosity,
Should touch one leaf of that Forbidden Tree.

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