What I Learned In US History


War is a canvas, dastardly painted with crimson and black

The air is polluted with smoke

Ash falling like snow

The deafening sounds of thunder

Feels like a heart attack



The taste of salt and copper

The feel of constant pain and sorrow

Bound by chains of freedom

Draped with imperious hatred

Know slavery, know hell


Perspective of a Soldier

Shattered ice covers my tracks

Crimson dances in my eyes

Embers in my heart keep me going

To fuel this never ending fight

Gun powder is the only scent I know


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