Why is history so important?
Why isn’t yesterday known as history?
Why do we learn history at all?
What would we be called in history?
Why would we be in history?
Why, when people get into fights they yell out, “you’re history”?
What does history do to us?
Will this poem make it to history?
Will I be in the books of history?
Will the history books be of me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem