Uncivil War by Jim Barlow

Leaves flap in the breeze From the tops of the trees ’Round the battlefield that Rests just below. Hand to hand Sun to sun We pass on the notion That civility in war has never been done. Brothers in arms, Brothers in harm. Slaves to graves, Anger in waves. People in chains, Brandishing pains. Blue versus Gray, As families pray. Hand in hand Gun to gun We retain the notion That civility in war has never been done. Blue takes Gray North wins the day Gun is aimed A President claimed. “Death to tyrants” Words of violence A man of flaws Brought down by law. Man to man Son to son We re-teach the notion That civility in war has never been done. A nation cry A last train ride Put out the fires. Rebuild the spires. What God hath blessed Man has messed Men finally freed Lessons learned, time to heed. Flags fly in the breeze Surrounded by trees With a thousand White crosses below. Man to man One by one May we learn the lesson, That no war has ever, truly, been won.