Miss Abagail Mannering
The Effects of War
By Miss Abagail Mannering
The shrill sound of the fifer's song
contrasts sharply with the beating drums.
The procession of soldiers march by-
clad with threadbare, mismatched uniforms...
all starving scarecrows of men.
Hungry not only for enough food to eat
but for better times that shall never come again.
The light in ther eyes..no longer there,
for they've seen far too much death
and horrors unspeakable
to be jolly any longer.
The light-heartedness in their step...
now reduced to the plodding of
broken dreams and heavy hearts.
Who cares for the loosers,
those gallant men that fought
just as hard as the victors?
The loved ones that they return home to
won't recognize them.
Who cares for the gallant boys in grey?