Jesse Zerlaut Poet Couplet

The Grey and Blue

Dust arises mid of morn. It's the moments brought on by silence. No longer lifts the buggle horn. 

There a mound, twisted forms. There the grey and blue. A sea of fallen in the rags of war they worn. 

One nation, all, lost for now. When politics turn brother on brother. Their opposition they'd not allow.

So here in field... lay low all. So here remain martyrs of the cause. Remember them forever then, Americans who fall.

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Andrea Dietrich February 4, 2021 at 1:48 PM finally seeing yuur reply to my comment on this one. Yes, the world is filled with hostility now. things will sadly.. only get worse.

Andrea Dietrich July 28, 2020 at 5:01 PM Good one. So sad that a new civil war could be on our horizons. When will they ever learn? Jesse Zerlaut October 9, 2020 at 8:56 AM When indeed. We need compassion and the world seems to be running thin on it. The current election has bred so much hostility.