I just wonder
How many pages from your book were torn
How many tyrants from atrocity on your page heroes reborn
How much in the public eye was an image painted
And sinner of the night in the sun suddenly sainted
I just wonder what makes you so believable
Most written things are debatable, yours is just a receivable
Who wrote your pages?
Historians? Who paid their wages?
How many people did they have their interest at heart
And how much did other parts play a part?
Why do they call you his-story
Instead of their-story
How many plundered in category
And you returned them burning in glory
I'm sorry history
If there is such a thing
I wish they'd call you what you are
h y p o c r i s y