A nation torn asunder, homes destroyed, too
A son was wearing Rebel Gray, his father Union Blue.
Disparity in language? No. They had a common tongue,
The nation’s greatest resource would be spent, ere war was done.
And why should kindred fight and die? The question must we ask-
And not an easy question, that Yet I accept the task;
Customs? Culture? Schools of thought? Yea, all of these and more-
Do share the blame and infamy, for causing that great war.
Some say that slavery was the cause, it played a minor part-
The rights of States to govern, was the cause right from the start.
.The shadow, dread, of tyranny, did raise it’s ugly head-
And ere the shadow was assuaged, thousands would lie dead.
Chickamauga, Gettysburg, Antietam: just of few-
Locations where those wearing gray, fought those for wearing blue-
“Stonewall” Jackson, “Bobby” Lee, and Longstreet, with his beard-
That Devil Forrest, raging far, whom Union Generals feared.
A thousand nameless, faceless men; lie out in unmarked graves-
While only God does keep account, of these the fallen brave.
Tears like rivers carved the cheeks, of widows, sweethearts, mothers-
And sisters, too; would sob and weep, o’er many fallen brothers.
The wounds were long in healing, Reconstruction lay in store-
There’s still a taste of bitterness, left over from “the War”.
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