July 1, 1863,
was probably the day of the bloodiest
scene I've ever seen.
Never thought the day would come
where I'd witness such pain,
watching the confederates slowly faint away.
Forever and forever no longer will they be seen,
lying on the ground that was
changed to a bloody red from green.
Going into battlefield to win
is what they thought,
and coming out alive cus they were all
as tough as a knot.
No one else to appreciate for this
nobody else to thank,
Cus we all know that this was done
by none other then a YANK.
1 comment:
Great poem. I like your choice of rhyme. This poem seems to be heading in a direction of kind of pro confederate, which is interesting and unique to others. Also highlights the blood and choas of the war. Good job!
30/30
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