Tennessee Massacre Poem by William Mowell

Shotgun blasts fill the air, it started as a dare
Its not a war thats being fought, Its a massacre thats being sought
Somewhere in Tennessee, I can't believe what I see
Everyone dying around me, I wish I could run, I wish I was free

Shackled as I watch this brutal fight, As I try to leave with all my might
I finally get free and grab a gun, take part, and now the battles won
I never wanted it to end like this, but some things aren't hit and miss
I am atoned for what I have done, it all started out as a day of fun