Can someone write a poem for for fun : )

Civil War poem, By Mathunga.

Lincoln had warned us of what he could see:

How a house divided can never stand

In this time of great adversity,

It's the blood of our own that stains our hands

With brother turning on brother

Sever'd bonds tear the nation apart

With apprehension we regard one another

Where ice resides in our hearts

Seeds of hatred within a union we sow

Silence of winter broken by bugle of death

Crimson stains the unblemished snow

And many others draw their last breath

Flashes of blue and gray a - blur in the mist

Becoming a frenzy of bullets and hate

Against family we raised a clenched fist

We must stop before it's too late

For a house divided against its own

Is a serpent that eats its own tail

Once united, we now stand alone

Each branching away from the unfinished rails.

in this text, paine use the word “ye” several times in order to  capture  the  attention of the colonists who   haven't understand the   importance and urgency of his cause. the word "ye" that is the plural of   "thou" is used to call the colonists attention and make the fight for the cause.