The Scrolls of Time

This feeling of control, may lead To power that's yet achieved. With a corrupt history that records, Though many are deceived. The administration of humanity, has Left its mark by a variety of scribes. Along with numerous revisions, That coincide with all the bribes. My interest lies in the future, and How it will record today's events. As I wonder if it will see what I saw, Or will it be subjected to malcontents? Whether through ignorance or stupidity, The vision of reality won't reach all. Since a fog fabricated against truth, Shields the powerful against a fall. Can the winds of justice arrive, Where this smoke can be blown away? Leaving debris that's scattered & fractured, With truth surviving . . . tomorrow and today.