I am an old beat up shield
I've seen better newer days
I've got five holes
I own seven dents
I protect my people and thus my country
They pick me up and drop me
They blunt their enemies blow with my face
I will become antique, I feel eight feet of dirt above my back
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poems
Randompoems by me. Try not to judge too harshly some of these were made at 13-14 years old. The new-ish ones start at "scars inside" so, um... enjoy?
