History is a binder
With all written within Everything that happens From me talking To you sleeping Everything is there Over the years pages rip, break, and disintegrate And sometimes rewritten if they are found Yet most of the binder is lost in our footsteps forward Throughout the ages people try Try to write what they want To glorify themselves Or to hide a flaw A mistake Something they disagree with Or me They try to deny the truth The truth of what occurred They use every tool they can Even when we have slowed the ripping The ripping, breaking, and disintegrating They try to hide the truth Burying it in the spider’s web Yet they erase not well For I can follow Follow their tracks To unveil the truth The truth for all to know The spiders call us Call us to find and rewrite Rewrite the pages After all history is a binder
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AuthorMy name is Hersch Nathan and I enjoy writing. I use poetry as a way for my voice to be heard. Archives
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