There's a thunder of hooves
Outside my house.
The roar of applause
Descends on me.
I hear them shouting, "History, huh!
What does it care about you and me?"
It is a bizarre truth, is it not?
Ever since I was a tiny tot,
I've heard about knights and kings.
About their good deeds, the bard sings.
But about the little guy no one knows;
The little guy died for you and me.
I hear them roar, "History, huh!
How will you repay the queens?
And the victims of false justice,
And the war's prisoners,
And the wives and the children,
Will you pay them all in billions?"
I agree with the saying I once heard-
'Silent women seldom make history.'
Why, History, do you forget them?They keep the world revolving.
Without these silent women, tell me,
History, would you keep evolving?
I think about how History conveniently
Manages to many a times just forget-
To record our miniscule victories,
Just like it forgets about our miseries.
So I say, "History, huh! Indeed,
It does not care about you and me."
But I know the truth, and so do they,
Without us, what would History be?
Our misfortunes keep it running;
We are the ghost writers, the worker bees.
So we also yell, "History, huh!
Whatever would you be without me?"