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Our Leaders AmbitionHe stood proud and tall; the wind blowing in his face. He had worn the royal crescent, priding himself on his many achievments besides. His eyes glowed with pure ambition;  the way he stood even made some people shiver. His legs were stiff as he stood, not intending  the move. His long, black cape was draped over his medal armour; something us commonfolks  never got to even touch, except maybe for the higher blacksmiths.  
The power he had; the way he abused it was terrible for us. He would rampage all the other  countries, causing more wars then the disgraced titans in the sky. And thru that war, many  innocent Our Leaders Ambition
Prauma
the first casualty" The first casualty of war is Truth".                                   -Sen. Hiram Johnson of Cal. the first casualty
peaceful means"There are countries that hope to secure  
goals by peaceful means"                             -Karl Marx peaceful means
hunger.. debatable?" hunger is not debatable,  people don't eat in the long run,  people eat everyday"                           -Harry Hopkins. hunger.. debatable?
The Birth of AmericaThey had been let into their little sloop. The little boat that they had come over to negotiate the release of Dr. Beanes. But unfortunately, by coming to talk to the British, they had learned of the British fleet’s placement and strength. So, the British had shoved them back into their little boat to keep them out of the way, but wouldn’t allow them to return to land.  They had to watch a large part of the British fleet converged on Fort McHenry early in the morning, just as the sun was rising, and began bombarding it. The onslaught continued on through the entire day and all through the night, cannons thundering as loud as if The Birth of America
What else did he write?With the screaming bright lights and loud roar of many guns, you could almost imagine it being a holiday, one with laughter and much celebration. But I sit here, as a captive, writing this poem that I much suspect no one will ever hear.  
 
But look; the dawn, and with it the flag. Our flag; of ocean blue settled cozily behind white stars, and stripes of brave red, and proud white. There, again and again rockets bright white and red, they signal a victory.  
A victory towards the home of the free, and the land of the brave. What else did he write?
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