Marching Milita Poem by Bobby Butterfield

Marching Milita



Marching milita
Marching milita

No stopping the marching milita
words spreads faster then disease

no stopping the fear
no stopping tears

deal with satan is done
no games and fun

towns on fire
government hiring liers

own familys build there tomb

streets run in red

milita or bust

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success