Hello, history

Hello, history

I just wonder

How many pages from your book were torn

How many tyrants from atrocity on your page heroes reborn

Hello, history

How much in the public eye was an image painted

And sinner of the night in the sun suddenly sainted

Hello, history

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?

Hello, history

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