Poetic response: The charge of the light brigade

1.5 miles, 1.5 miles,1.5 miles, keep on truckin,they all rode into Death Valley,"Forward, the Light Brigade!"Aim for the guns!" he said:Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred soldiers.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!"Was there a man dismayed? the soldier didn’t knowSomeone messed up:There’s no reason to complain,There’s no reason to question,There’s only a reason to die.Into the valley of DeathRode the six hundred soldiers.
Cannons to their right,Cannons to their left,Cannons in front of themThe cannons Volleyed and thundered;The shots and shells stormed,they rode boldly,Into the jaws of Death,Into the mouth of HellRode the six hundred.
They pulled out their gats,They brandished their concealed weapons,They prepared to bust a cap,Charging an army, whileEveryone was confused:They air was filled with smokeRight through the line they broke;Cossack and Russiankilled by another violent crimeWith their heads busted.Then they rode back, but notNot the six hundred.
Cannons to their right,Cannons to their left,Cannons in front of themThe cannons Volleyed and thundered;The shots and shells stormed,All the soldiers died,They that had shot so wellCame through the jaws of DeathBack from the mouth of Hell,All that was left of them,Left of six hundred.
Can they be forgotten? Oh what a stupid thing they diderrbody was confused af.Lets not forget the folk who died, even though they did something stupid, honor the six hundred.