Cold Steel
By Allison Baker
The Revolutionary War
American soldiers running to their deaths
A famous gunshot cracks, making sound waves across the world
Grasping cold steel, snuffing out a precious life
Aiming, a predator targeting its prey
The scent of fresh gunpowder chokes out clean air
Until overpowered by the stench of shed blood
Seeping into the ground, becoming an unmarked grave for so many, too many
Tasting death for the first time
Souls plunging into a dark depression that has never been known
Bleeding, dying; a fight that shakes a nation to its core
A Cry for Freedom
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