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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: 18    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

 By APMcD 

  

 





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