Chances are I’ll die today, don’t know if we can keep them away
The town call rises in the sky, the northern front is do or die
If I fight upon that field, I know I can never yield
But if I choose to stand afar, the burning will forever scar
Chances are I’ll die today, better death than sorrow’s prey
Categories: Modern Poetry Prose
I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.
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