Spencer Bastian Poems

The hammer and sickle under the red star
March toward us, they can not be far
The sound of war gets louder and louder
They slaughter us to show their power
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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.
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I have loved you for your mind
It is a library of great desine
For days and days
Been waiting to say
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