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This Is a poem describing the horrors of a foolish General breaking his soldiers soul in battle

Submitted:Sep 6, 2012    Reads: 24    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

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



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