I made this poem for a challenge with friends, it's my first poem in english (3rd in general) so i expect to improve over time!
"There was a time when soil wasn’t red
When we fought with the words of our lead
And guns weren’t considered or said
After our perfect symphony.
When I was writing for your mom
There were more options than just run
And that moment I framed with my pen
It was my simple legacy.
Getting stepped was a drama
When it wasn’t policy
Problems now were getting bigger
As a new dark felony.
They shot bullets, shot my words
The bullet beat me for a day
The song I made won forever
Called the peaceful symphony."