Louisville: a history of disdain

This city was founded

With frenchmen surrounded

By natives in their homeland.

What path did we choose?

After Bourbon and truce?

Planks are the streets that they knew.

From river, to knees

Forts scouted their fleets

Driven them back from the banks of this land.

If the dead could recall

From the past of outlaws,

Would they recant their actions therein?

The paths that they paved 

With just dirt and a brain

Their direction is now evident.

From Union to slaves 

The Ohio's storm shakes

My feet on this dark and muddy land,

From my point of view

And the truth's that I knew

I cannot fill the dead's words full with sand.

But this frame of mind , in our current of time,

I can say: "Intelligence with power, is limited."