Men speak of censorship
In lofty means of defense
To bring back your memory
So they may find absolution
For evil in themselves
A fascination totalitarian
You were not troubled so
To take action silencing
This most ultimate denial
Taking their breath away
Your legacy's libraries stand
Crumbling corrupted camps
They speak of trivialities
It is their luxury now
The past has faded to repose
Verses of a little corporal
Devoid of introspection
Foreshadowing faulted future
Shallow water, very clear
To view the jagged bottom
Hidden in patriot's cloak
Idle idealist afforded so
Aback, a place Wagnerian
Buried ruins of Valhalla
Stay the tongue, those arts
Hide all expression, thoughts
Exaltation for an aspired effigy
Lest only ashes lie smoldering
Where noble notions once fostered
Betrayed by ideals unrestrained
The path of a harsh, hollow man
His insidious route displayed
Decisions, words, resulting fate
Common tribulations lie strewn
Lessons taught, at times learned
Right is right, wrong still wrong