What is this history?
A long mirror reflecting dark times Or bright lit reverie guiding us
For we are still;
Gladiator, senator, and soldier
Artisan, emperor or slave
We are the unruly mob
Or the Sabine women
We are still; who they were;
New scions on the bloody tree
Unless we look back to learn
To shape a better future
From these boughs of hate
History is just atonement
For our lack of humanity
