The sun rosee high,
But no one knew.
The grass would be fresh with morning dew.
But not today,for Rome and Persia were at war again.
No one cared it was the same rutine, but dad and brother would neer be seen again.
today the gras was ot green but red and no one cared 'cause they were all dead.
ok that was a short sad poem straight off the top of my head review and tell me what u think,thx