Just A Bucket Of Hero Blood Poem by Dorsey Baker
Just A Bucket Of Hero Blood
Feathers instead of horn
A chicken
You were born
The bull is in charge
But you take flight
Faster and faster you fly
It's your heart that is trembling
It becomes very difficult
To breath
Your body it begs for air
The moment that was present
Is now the past
Time moves so fast
And you are still a hero to them
Living life
Or just being dead
As they dig another grave
Where lies another hero brave
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