The Boston Massacre
The day was cold, ghosts of shots filled the air
The sounds of screams filled their hearts with despair
The men marched down with their muskets in hand
The phantoms of death lay over the land
all that was left was a crimson nightmare
The mob then closed in, consuming the reds
The fate of lost lives hung over their heads
fists flew in the air and hit 'guilty' men
Defending has now turned into a sin
No one can undo the blood that was shed
The bodies lie still, so covered in snow
with fear in the air, the sound of a crow
calls out in the night, with sun coming soon
Reminding us all of unending doom,
And the dark future we already know
With morning comes pain, and tension severe
If only the king knew what happened here
His greed has become the death of us all
This outwardly act is only a call
To show that freedom is no longer near
So here we lie in the truth we have found
The time to rebel is coming around
Standing for the king, we no more will do
Bright future is here, of past we are through
We now will stand firm and hold our own ground
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