This is a poem I wrote for my eighth grade history class. I just turned it in and figured I could post it. It's about different wars in American history.

Revolution- pollution, tea and the sounds, taxes gone up by the pound,

O'er ramparts, the bomb, try and stay calm,

Followed with brothers and brothers, torn from their mothers,

Until the men in the trees that brought some to their knees.

Faces painted in blood, as they fall in the mud,

Ashes and ashes- the protests and clashes,

Nuclear gears, that hold all our fears,

Plane One, Plane Two, Plane Three, Plane Four,

The first land tore, tora, tora, tora, tora.