Sonnet

So, My old Creative Writing Teacher made me write a poem because I was bored. And I figure, why not post it? I like posting things.

So here it is!

They dominate the Western lands
With all their fright'ning power
Emotions are cold, unclear and sour
As they hold us in their hands

And the beaches and sands
Morph into her dower
Never to be free of this frightening coward
Who fears to release our bands

But the people rebelled
Because when a person sees clear
He recalls all that he holds dear
He sees the black smoke, the waste, and the pain
As the companies continue their weld
And will fight them off for his own gain.