The Few That Fight Poem by Spencer Bastian

The Reds stand tall with muskets in all
They invade our homes and mark our halls
All the want is to see us fall
Fall to the ground with blood and awe.

And us we few we fight for you
Charging at them when led did flew
Run for you with old warn shoes
To fight the Reds for we are the few.

The few who stand for what is right
The ones who stand, the ones who fight
For the very right to see your light
For your Liberty bright, our very life.