Book Upon Book

Book upon book
Upon the wind
The pages turn
Of history written of lies
Of suffering of the wise
Where did our freedoms go
Was humility so difficult to show
Rest your sacred lanterns
All you speak is to impress
With your wealth and graying hair
Your painted faces and perfect dress
Book upon book
Upon the wind
The pages turn
Of history written of lies
Of suffering of the wise

Roy L. Nave
2020