The Boston Massacre

Stuck in Boston

In hell for my sins

People that live here

It hurts like pins

Placed on King Street

And waiting for hate

It is now dusk

This should be great

Crowds have gathered

A couple of boys

Using us soldiers

As human toys

Then a sensation

Cold on my back

With little patience

We all seemed to lack

Pulled out my musket

And there was the crack

When it all cleared

The smoke that is

A stream of red blood

Like teacher with quiz

My thoughts in future

Of my king and my men

How many soldiers

Will they have to send?

For this misunderstanding

For this mistake

Has my kingdom

Begun to break

Do I hear a rumor?

Of a certain word

Sparked by a redcoat

As American walks forward

Revolution?