Title : Ballad of Truth
Author : Kelly Moreland
Archive :Anywhere, just let me know.
Spoilers : None
Rating : PG?
Category : Post Colonization Poem
Summary : A ballad for historical record...
Feedback : is what keeps me writing. k_a_moreland@hotmail.com
Disclaimer : They aren't mine. They belong to CC. But he never
lets them have any fun, so *we* have to do that.
Authors note : OK... I'm probably gonna hate myself for this, cuz
I've never tried poetry before.. but hey, if it bombs, it bombs..
Think back to medieval times, when historical records were kept
by song and poem.. Try to think along those lines.. Maybe it
won't seem so lame..

Ballad of Truth
by Kelly Moreland

Let's all recall the innocence, those of long ago.
We were a simple people then, the truth we did not know.
Our lives were good, we prospered, and freedom was for all.
But men of power turned on us, and thus began our fall.

The old and weak were taken first, and in the dark of night.
Beaten, tested, souls torn out, many died of fright.
Human bones will shatter quick, and tortured men give in.
So in the name of technology, madmen brought our end.

Next they took the children, and mothers cried in vain.
What would you give to save your child, from this awful pain?
A mother's love burns very bright, no matter what you've done.
But we lost a generation, our daughters and our sons.

We gathered first in tiny groups, and word began to spread.
The human race was on it's knees, but we were far from dead.
Two leaders came before us, and they showed us they way.
Living legends they still are, to this very day.

His passion and her logic, they gave us back our pride.
They taught us how to fight and win, they taught us to survive.
They pulled us all together, these two that were as one.
Through pain and strife and turmoil, our revolution won.

We paid the price through loss of life, many died those days.
Our leaders never faltered, their conviction never swayed.
The world has changed, we can't get back, all we knew before.
But maybe it is better now, we choose what to restore.

And of our leaders I can say, they stand together still.
Scared and tired and battle worn, but of the strongest will.
Mulder and Scully are the glue, that bound us all as one.
Without them we'd have disappeared, like shadows in the sun.

Fini~