Many years ago, I wrote a poem. This is the poem set to music. 
 
 
Children learn the golden rule
And the history we learned in school
Was written by
Those who turned history into a lie
Because the truth about how we got to this place
Might be too much for the guilty to face
As they try to find a way
To run and hide on judgment day
 
History read it and weep
I pray the Lord my soul to keep
Because generations past, and yet to come
Might not forgive us, for what was done
Innocents slain
Races and cultures destroyed in god’s name
And sugarcoat the truth so no one knows
How to man sold his soul
For power and wealth and sadistic fun
But the sins of the fathers now visit the sons
Ghosts of the past rise and accuse
Them who stole power they always abuse
And destroy everything they touch and see
Allah save me from this insanity
Allah forgive them, for they know not what they do
 
I’ve had visions of sunrise in the west
Mysterious visions of the blessed
Dancing stars and mansions in the sky
And truths no sane man can deny
It’s not good or bad news, it’s only fact
So ask yourself how you’d react
To a very old story we must remind
As we rush toward the abyss blind
 
Now the truth, it must be told
Because the soul you save may be your own
We have today and maybe tomorrow
But time we can not borrow
We have everything to gain and everything to lose
But things could get worse before they improve
Because history shows again at every turn
That history is a lesson. We never want to learn.