Lurker

It would have descended upon the conscience of some as a seemingly  deceptive memorabilia , a tyrannical artifact breaching history of it's ability to evade truth, a hoax treasure demeaning  the glory off the deserved. It would have appealed the protests of the anguished, the cynical, the suspicious, for it bore nothing that would prove justice reigned in yesteryears . It would have crawled into the undiscovered lanes of history without a trail of appreciation or a trace of greatness, lying orphaned by the patrons of everything against what it stood for. It would have freed light years of angst and leagues of despair had it not earned itself an inspiration, the massacres and tortures that widowed and warred with impartial agility and brutality. It could have also succumbed to some disaster, decayed from within , led an unnoticed life in some forgotten corner of existence. It could have, had we not been so helpless and perplexed in avenues of bemoaning the unrighteous, berating the unforgiven, betraying the attractive, for our conscious is so truly deserted when we are basking in the magnificent.