the wind in his hair
a gun in his hand
this soldier with bravery in his pocket
protecting Americas great land
bang whizzing fast trough the air
a shot goes off
on a direct path
the young soldier starts to cough
red liquid on his lips
spraying with each labored breath
brown mud on his back
the fallen soldier preparing for his death
why must this misery go on
for slavery for freedom for america
our young blood is spilled on our land
ending their ever present stamina