Wheel of time.

And so the wheel of time turns.
And the whole of history returns.
A battle for secrecy.
A grim prophecy.

The never ending battle.
A tale to tattle.
But there for the profit.
Information to cosset.

We sow.
An arrow from a bow
We reap.
All of history to keep.

Though we rumour.
As to the future.
We can only guess.
For the world would be a mess.

Only three things are certain.
In life’s burden.
Birth, death, and tax.
These are the facts.

And so the wheel of time turns.
And the whole of history returns.
A battle for secrecy.
A grim prophecy.