Nathan Hale, Spy

I pity you, Nathan

You are brave to venture on such a mission

But you do not know your danger

Do not trust so easily, Nathan Hale

You die bravely

But you needn't have died at all

You did your mission as best as you could

Though in the end you were caught

And hanged

As America's spy

This poem is about: 
My country


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