The Critic

Issue date: 3/5/10 Section: Entertainment

Here I sit on throne adorned with crown.

I fought and I struggled knowing the cost

knowing some would burn and the rest would drown,

but I am proud of those who have been lost.

Rushing and screaming into the blaze of battle

my men were valiant they did not ever cower,

even though they were slaughtered like bunches of cattle.

The shots of cannons called out hour after hour

whizzing and barreling straight through our walls.

We stood fast and retaliated back hard

as they tore our walls like a lion mauls.

Tears from widows shatter like a glass shard

showing the price we have paid for what's now.

I wouldn't go back even if I knew how.

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