As I look at the cover
my mind comes to life,
Curious and wondering
what the pages may hide.
Lost in translation
or factual information.
Poetry, prose
or government manipulation.
What’s between the lines,
I begin to guess.
As I allow the title
to slowly digest.
Who is the author,
what’s the agenda?
Tantalising tales
or a murky mind-bender.
Recording facts
or re-writing a story?
Re-telling history,
like it’s not quite as gory.
Filling in the blanks,
my imagination’s on fire.
Getting the full picture
my ultimate desire
Interpreting symbols
my psyche over-loaded
Trying to make sense
of the secret’s encoded
Century’s missing,
from the past recorded
To cover up how
we’ve been defrauded
Written by the victorious
of the bloody battlefields
Our past marred
with tales of stolen yields
Books are my heaven,
my hope and my hell
How the story unfolds,
only time will tell.
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