Malignancy : the Civil War

Critically injured How deep the cut Surely time would heal A river of blood From the wounds Her sons lay dead in the fields Extremities mangled Conscience tormented From sores that festered and burst Bloated bodies Stench of death As bigoted hate was rehearsed Reluctant surrender Her fever broke The physical damage immense The worst had past Was the belief Final outcome remained in suspense Her body blemished By the scars A never ending reminder Emotional wounds Linger and loom Sadly she can't put behind her an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner