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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.
Copyright ©
James Barlow
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