Poem By Mac

Civil War

Blood is smeared

And all are scared,

The war is lasting as we feared

We survive because we have spared

The ones that have always cheered

We must stay and fight for them
You are all a precious gem

Our country is our most precious treasure

So we fight in the most desperate measure

Some may yell and some will cry

for another chance, one last try

It is all over

and most are gone

All we needed was a three leaf clover

We all sang our favorite song

Even though most are starved

And some were carved

We all know what we stand

So let out a desperate hand