Let Truth Be Told

In the pages of our shared chronicle,
Where truth and history enthrall,
A symphony of voices, diverse and raw,
Yet some seek silence, a censorious flaw.

Oh, let not the erasers touch the truth,
For history untold is a stolen youth.
In the tapestry of time, threads so bold,
Each tale of injustice, a story to be told.

Efforts to expunge the stains of yore,
Whitewash the pain, deny the core.
Yet, in the echoes of those silenced pages,
Resides the wisdom of countless ages.

Do not succumb to the soothing balm,
That numbs the conscience, causing harm.
Let the records stand, unblemished, clear,
For only in truth, redemption draws near.

In the mosaic of our shared reflection,
Every shard, each truth, a vital connection.
For history's mirror, shattered or whole,
Reflects the journey of every soul.

So, resist the urge to obscure the past,
For in facing it boldly, we're free at last.
Let the books speak, unbridled and loud,
Against the expungement of truth, we're avowed.