Sorrow Poem by Colby Butcher

Sorrow



The cannons blast rifles fire
The men charge and run at each other
Smoke is thick as are the corpses
As the battle continues on,
Plantations are lost
Families are crying as the soldiers lay dying
All think it’s to much of a cost
As the rivers, run red.

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