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.