Civil War

Guns fire,
Confusion everywhere,
Smoke billows high,
The red guns flare.

It blinds the men,
Who are shooting,
Men diving for cover,
Their muskets need loading.

Generals shouting,
Horses neighing,
Cannons blowing,
Dead men laying.

They're piled high,
These men who fought,
Bravey they fell,
Though cruelly rought.

Finally,
Confusion dies down,
The battle is won and lost,
Woman wear black gowns.

The war is done,
Many men died,
And all agree,
It was a tough ride.

-Bri