Little Big Horn

He closed his eyes in slumber
For the last time in this life
Coming back, one does wonder
Is there peace or only strife

This time it seems
That he becomes Gen. Custer
Given orders to invade
With all that he can muster

But what if he chose
Not to partake in this path
To not attack the Indians
To not provoke their wrath

It is a choice for him to make
Would history be changed
Would it be repeated
Graves not rearranged

If only one could see
What the future holds
To make those changes
For a purpose to unfold

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Written for Writer's Cramp Oct 19, 2022

Write a story or poem about someone who is "preincarnated" -- when they die, they come back as a famous person in the past. Who do they become? What do they do?