The Great Secret

Catherine, Alfred, Frederick, Alexander, All Great, All Dead, What was it that kept them there? Were they born that way, or was it thrust upon them, like an premature epitaph? Did they fight the good fight? Did they protect what was pure, what was right? Did they endure a generation of pain, For an extra two words after their name? Did history exalt them as what was pure, what was right? Or was it history itself that their power let them write? Greatness is as greatness does, Thrust, Born, Stolen, Ignored. It never was about who was right, as it was who was left.