civil war poetry

You fucking charge!
and you think to yourself why I’m I swearing
would god swear? Probably not
you think as your running towards your death
out of the corner of your eye you see man yelling, bleeding and crying
is swearing the end or beginning of language
do poor people create swear words or rich?
you hold your surf board as best you can forward
as you crash in to enemy lines in the last civil war battle
yelling out every swear word that wasn’t invented into there faces