Ok, here's the deal. I wrote this awesome poem about a drummer boy in a war. But....I "misplaced" it!!! So...I'm gonna write what I remember.
The soldiers come in like a flood,
I hear screams,
and I smell blood.
I have no weapon!
I can't protect myself!
Now all I'm thinking about is my health.
I can't do this!
I'm way too young!
Now all I can taste,
is death on my tongue.
The sun goes down,
and I can't see.
Now I have no idea what's gonna happen to me.
The soldiers' expectations of me were high and low.
But all I am,
And all I ever will be,
Is the drummer boy of Shiloh...