Zachary sighed and put a hand to his forehead. He took off his glasses and rested his head on his arm, wishing he could find even one decent actor.

An ordinary villager was he

Poor and only twenty-three

His name was Benjamin

And the princess’s heart he wished to win.

The Princess he so wanted to have

But knowing his chances, he grew sad

A call is a call as a body will fall,

And all through it all the men will stand tall.

To service the call is to liven the brawl.

On their bellies they crawl while the others may stall.

We remember them all whose names paint the wall.

My big brother was shot and killed late night October 17th

At a house party just relaxing trying to do his thing

Got into an Altercation but decided to walk away

But the oppose continued agitating all out of his rage