They talk of empires with silk roads
And elegant rulers
Seated on golden thrones
Proclamations are made of brave warriors
Conquering heroes
Bringing vast riches and lands
Populated by acclaimed artists, builders
Lasting monuments
Never before seen
We read about their glories, act out their histories
Nearly brushing over
The stories kept dark
Bowed heads and misshapen hands
Have no place in the tellings
For how would we dream
Knowing the cost?
For empires will not exist without
Those who dream their joys
And unsee the gore
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