We moved to the new neighborhood
And were welcomed by many
The house was already built and lived in
For thousands of years it seemed
Our closest friends were from Babylon, Persia, Greece, and Rome
The tapestry was rich with historic revelation
Their eyes seemed ancient and full of truth
They were here before and they knew it
Those here before were their kin
Were even still friends with them
With knowing glances they told us so
They smiled at our pretence
Our name on the door did nothing to change the fact
That we were trespassing on ancient ground
For it was not our house at all
We just stole the space for our own
Everyone seemed to know but us
We protested our claim
We fabricated stories and meanings
And some believed
But that changed nothing
We were trespassing
And recent fiction now called tradition
Cannot change history at all