The Civil War

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I was thinking about the Civil War and how the Emancipation Proclamation rhymed when I wrote this poem.

Submitted: December 19, 2014

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The Civil War

 

Humanity has once agaain suppressed good and equality.

Everyone has lost track of reality.

 

There is a war raging and the troops are taking their staging.

Ready to fight for the right to enslave a race to constant torture and disgrace. 

Young sons and daughters are killed in massive slaughters.

My son is dead and a southern murderer is alive instead.

 

My brother, crippled, came home, but on the battlefield his soul shall forever roam.

He tells of how at night he could hear screams, screams of those who have been robbed of childhood dreams.

 

As time flies by the south's strength dies.

The Emancipation Proclamation showed Lincoln's dedication, but the south still tried to use segregation.

 

The death and destruction have left the battlefield, but the black's hearts can never be healed.

In their memories their pain is forever sealed.

 


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