The Muskets Fire
I fall down again as the muskets fire
I look around and all I see is my men tire
The spears dig in the ground and
The blood spills out all around
I hear men cry about what they've done
They're scared they wont see their son
Grow up to be a man doing all they can
Just to live a bit longer
The commander realizes
He couldn't have been wronger
Their's no turning back
They have them cornered
This is a world where honour is everything
and friendship is nothing
War is all over
Where's your four leaf clover
I look up and see the muskets fire
By APMcD
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