Devon McElveen (April 3,1993 / Norwalk, CT)
We are brought to believe that all history is true.
What is it that we are not seeing?
Why must we inscribe these falsehoods?
When will we remove these pages?
When will we shift from our naive ways
Worrying only of the present and future
While we forget the poorly forged pages of time.
What if we could change this past
Whilst building an ever growing future.
Will we, one day, be able to do so?
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