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The American Civil War

From Sumter to lee's
surrender,
The hostilities
between,
The fired shots,
The wasted lives.
Questions unsettled
from nation’s
Inception tried,
The issues such as
key
The slavery
question,
North and south
divided,
Over them contended.
For four years
'proximate,
The fallen and the
slain,
Lying spread-eagled
or prostrate,
After the smoke and
fire,
The invisible
element cleared.
One half to arms
deemed humane,
The second half by
profit blinded,
A profit from toil,
Off the backs of
them from
Across the sea,
They brought to the
land of the free,
When freedom was
deemed for
Only those up the
tree,
The morally-blind's
human tree.
The questions which
war forged,
The same did war not
settle outright!
How! Many men were
slain.
How! Many men fell.
And as blood grass
blades covered -
Dust grains stained,
So deeds the pages
of history
Marked,
And these indelible
marks
Have left upon the
sands of
Time.

Copyright © Aduku Daniel | Year Posted 2013



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The City Is Burning

The City burns,
a dappled bower is stifling with heat,
a swathe of crispy green grass is singed and spoilt,
a posse of dainty tender flowers is marred and tangled,
all now darkened with war's fires,
the grounds are blackened with fumes and fear.
But none of these to lives compare,
the dead lives of the young killed,
or the older ones murdered,
in sudden bursts and blasts.
Some hearts in error have wickedly brought to lads and lasses,
ladies and men,
the cruel strike of the grim-reaper's blow.
They sunk battered and crushed into death,
these fledglings of a happy future,
and they who were going before them on the road of time.
Agog and amok people pell-mell run rabied with a confusing madness,
eager to survive bullets fired and bombs dropped.
Those who have fled the city make for safety by the peace keepers sides,
if the rebels or militias do not outrun. 
If in frenzied flight they pause to look back, 
they don't merely see a burning city, 
but horrors and pains that sting more than flames.

Copyright © Aduku Daniel | Year Posted 2017


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