The Test

I wondered who he was

As I passed his broken car

As I witnessed his blood freed from his body

And the army sounding from afar 

Was he a bomber, choosing to die?

Was he a fool that did not check his car? 

Then I ran, 

Late for my midterm exam

And till this day, I can’t remember for the life of me if I passed the test

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The History Game

You seem so sure

That there’s nothing you can do

That the stars’ position

Tell you visions that are true

You seem so sure of how unsure our future is

Of how we’ll fight in a war that no one wins

And although we know

We still try

Oh history why 

Why do you keep playing this game with me