Young Writers Society

People killing, People Dying
Dressed in black, people crying

All the while the dead are breathing
The hopeless army started leaving

Through the valley, back from hell
Cries the ringing of that bell

Little drummer boy marches on
No truth this day can be undone

No one speaks of their plight
Holding on to a false light..

From the skies, the choppers' coming
In the fields the people are running

Nothing left till they end their time,
The major is free of his crime

And the war, still rages... On!




^thats all I got so far^

oo i like it so far it sounds quite ... depressing ... but still good and i think you should carry on and have a repetition in it like the ending line and the war rages on i think it has a nice solemn beat to it. The only problem it's quite short.
But still like it keep it up!