The South Still Grieves
Learning the threacherous tricks of the despicable ones
Enabled the greed-driven soldiers to conquer with lies;
Torpid days of guilt came to smolder them with disgrace,
Trudging forth the conquered souls lost wealth and praise.
Immense was the anger of having been betrayed by their own;
Gentry souls fought in the fierce battlefield to defend their reign.
Gushing blood became a red river, corpses in open graves;
Observance is repressed with disdain, the South still grieves.
No remembrance for the slaughtered ones, no mercy in their voices,
only a deplorable silence; their heads won't bow and show sympathy.
How can a nation be whole, if it is divided by an ideal of pride that rages?
Unrest troubles them, it's time they restored fairness and human dignity!
Prosperity is
absurd without unity,
it's a disaster.
Written on 4/11/2016
Contest judged on: 4/13/2016
Copyright © Andrew Crisci | Year Posted 2016
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