No words of the battle can explain/ all of the blood that was lost because of one mans name/ a soldier named ruffin/ who was mad about smoothin/
a rifle that was nothin/ soon turned into Armin/ neither side is bluffin/ because the cannons are boomin and the blood is porin/
none of this would of happened if it weren't for a soldier named ruffin/ crossed bars and stars is what we had/ no longer the south now stands a union flag/ I wonder when that shot was fired what ruffin was thinkin/ but now we have ben declared war on because of Abraham Lincoln
on April 12 eighteen sixty one/ the shot at fort Sumter had the war begun, He left from Virgina because they weren't the first to secede/but he didn't know how many of his southern brothers where going to bleed/ the south quickly became very poor/ this is all because of the civil war/
if it weren't for a soldier named ruffin, the world might have not been the same/ but because of something ruffin is why we remember his name/ the south was defeated by the north we wanted to win at all cost/ but we will never forget how many people were lost/ if it weren't for a soldier named ruffin...
1 comment:
Great poem. Good rhythm in the stanzas, and I love that you included so many facts. It shows that you understand the time period. Did you write it from the perspective of his musket? It doesn't seem to be, but I'll only count off a few points for that.
45/50 for this one.
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