Chelsey M. Smith
My History Book
I open the cover of my history book
And flip through all the pages.
I open my eyes to what they might see, I take a gander; I take a look.
As I flip through these pages I flip through years of wars
Of years of scores
Settled by those in distant lands, in far away places.
But also those in my own
All those wars that left so many without a home
Without shelter, without care.