The Resistances

The Germans came with all brute force

Then the Japanese came and ran their course

They came like a giant, rumbling wave

They thought all other races must behave

They tortured and killed the countries they seized

And because of this, Hitler was very pleased

But the torturing and killing, the country’s citizens would not permit

So a resistance to hoard them off was submit

They would go in night and blow up trains

Or free prisoners from their chains

Some resistances succeeded

But always more men were needed

The Yugoslavian resistance whole-heartedly won

And had retaken most all of it’s country before the war was done

But others were destroyed in a single blow

For the Nazis outnumbered them one to a hundred or so

And some claimed victory and some failed

And some died for their cause and others greatly prevailed

But all did their part in the great resistance

Every single one gave some assistance

Even if they weren’t a soldier, they still did their part

Each one gave something from deep down in their heart

Without these people you would not be where you are today

You might be under a ruler that you must obey

So be happy you’re free and can make your own choices

Be happy that you can speak to different voices

For freedom is something we take for granted

But without it you’d think it’s enchanted

History, that we must not ignore, The Civil War

There is a certain war that happened in the Usa

Where brothers and friends fought against each other in battle array

The war started because the South was seceding

But in the end what they got was a whole lot of bleeding

The war really started at the battle of Bull Run

And there on that day, men from both sides fell one by one

Then came the epic battle of the Monitor and the Merrimac

But nether one won because they had warning of the attack

Then came the battle at Fredericksburg, a bloody one at that

Where the Union lost, even with their superior combat

The Union in the end won this long war

And Slaves were men’s property no more

This my friend is the Civil War

It is a part of history we must not ignore

A Slave's Fear, A Slave's Tear

The day was over, finally the slaves could speak

Their clothes of tobacco and dirt they did reek

They talked of how every day they were sent, in chains

To work in for their master out in the plains.

Then in the dark of their house they looked to prayer

For that was their refuge, the only thing they had out there

They prayed that they, the slaves

Would not soon be sent to their graves.

The next day one of the children fell

He had been beaten harshly and fell with a yell

What hit the ground first was his head

And from then on he was dead.

Every day with dread

The slaves would lift their heads

They would always pray

That the next person would not be they.

The Holocaust from a bird's perspective

The Lark alighted on a branch

He looked around to find he was on a ranch

All around him were men with green cloths

They walked toward men with gold stars on their robes

The men in green had guns a-plenty

The men with stars seemed the age of twenty

Then the men in green pointed their guns, and shot the men with the stars

The men in green then drove away in their cars

The bird wondered "why would humans treat each other this way ? "

"Wouldn't the humans want the others to stay ? "

"And what about the family and friends of those people, what would they have to say ? "

" Oh dear lord this is an odd world, we really have to pray ".

" What will you reply "

A poem with no rhyme

A race with no time

A song without a singer

A bell without a ringer

The things in life that are out of place

With no one willing to replace

Every one walks by, they have their own things to do

No one cares, they’ll worry about their own brew

An unpaid bill without a debt

A poker game without a bet

A horse without a rider

A web without a spider

As the years go by we have less expectations

And we have to do less for a congratulations

The machines have come and can do it all

Us, we’re hardly expected to catch a ball

A newborn without a mother

Who will soon become a foster brother

A murderer without correction

A death without reflection

Human lives are taken for granted

People only worry about having more trees planted

If you kill a deer it’s considered evil design

But if you have an abortion it’s totally fine

A soldier with no name

A man killed without blame

An uncured disease

A beehive without the bees

We thrive on our own petty lives

So we hope the One true will not soon arrive

For when He comes, He will judge us all

And some will go up and some will fall

A martyr without a god

A soldier without a squad

A killing without reason

A friend committing treason

Some will choose to go down the bumpy, narrow road

And unto them God will have heavenly gifts bestowed

But some will choose the wide, smooth path

And unto them God will unleash his wrath

So choose today what road you walk

But make it quick, the clock is counting Tick! Tock!

I’ve given you the question but the answer is yours alone

“Will you choose to go to the Heavenly throne?”

Now before you answer “YES!”

Let me tell you it will be hard to achieve success

For the narrow road is not an easy one

But it’s easier than it was, thanks to God’s Son

The life is hard and the costs are high

So what to this question will you reply?