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by PassionCourageTriumph Jun 1, 2009 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
Slowly you gaze up To face the day You see nothing but scarlet sky A vibrant rising of the sun Over the tops of tents In the fort that is called Alamo Gazing at the river of blood The blood that was shed from your brother Chaos breaks loose Men dying all around Screaming in agonizing pain Can not bare to look The rusty metallic scent fills the air Menacingly blowing at you And furnishing your mind with fear You had been cut off and starved For many a day But now the moment has arrived You crouch down and shoot That bullet takes a Mexican soldier But victory shall not be ours The time has come To take a final stand To die in the name, of Uncle Sam. A gun shot sounds out You feel the pain Trust that you won't die in vain So bear in mind What happened that day The tragic and bold Remember, remember The Alamo*School Assignment & it required that I said and put certain things in.