To Lie a Legacy By Peter Drew I’m told you want to lie a legacy. To choose how history remembers you. We do believe what we want to believe, Just say the word, I’ll tell you what to do. Just like you I was once truly unknown, Had done no great acts, but I wanted more. So when the opportunity arose, I seized the day like conquerors afore. You see the trick to being great lies with, Your ability to get in the right ear. If you want your life to arise to myth, It’s important that the right people hear. Talk to the noble, rich, and powerful, Tell them your side, make it the only side. It’s no matter how many that you cull, For soon their voices will be lost to time. Look at what I did, centuries ago, I was harbinger of chaos and death, I heard the sounds: their coughs, their screams, their woe, But to their misery my ears were deaf. I killed millions in pursuit of gold, Caused entire cultures to fall apart. And now that my days are the days of old? I’m commemorated with works of art. There are some that history soon forgets. Some whose voices are drowned out by the strong. For when you wrong the weak, the differents. Come on, have you really done any wrong? What’s that you say? You think that that’s not true? A reckoning could take me to my knees? You're too cute, you sweet summer child you. Come on, I’ve been hallowed for centuries I’m ready to fight if you want, bring it. Let’s see how long your precious morals stand. The world has ’nough of the intolerant, To preserve me forever as I am. I’m told you want to right a legacy. To make that history remembers truth. Make them believe what they need to believe, Good luck with that, Love, 1492.