History is a Binder

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