Souls Released
Down a strange road, they are guided by an unknown force.
These misplaced souls are all journeying on the same course.
All of them have undergone intolerable strife.
To them, this trail started at the end of human life.
There are countless numbers of men wearing blue and gray.
They have been walking down this road during night and day.
During this Civil War, each one is a casualty.
They move, although none of them has any eyes to see.
They were killed at Gettysburg, Shiloh, Chickamauga,
Antietam, Bull Run, Atlanta, and Spotsylvania.
The final one at the rear is a tall, bearded man.
He is following the others closely as he can.
This man possess some stark familiarity,
He is Abraham Lincoln, the last fatality.
Based on an episode of the TV show "The Twilight Zone"
Copyright © Robert Pettit | Year Posted 2011
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