Monday, February 11, 2019
Civil War
Horrid haunts still stir about on the sacred lands of battle,
Torrid thunder ravished the ides of the Civil War,
Plunder pummeling cannons leveled all ranked lines,
Deadly, deafening awakenings stood smoke clouds,
Glistened gloom wore upon every face,
Wretched worry clung to every wore-torn soldier,
Firing functionaries stood ground,
Protesting pride shrugged from every jaw,
Shearing sibilation resounded in every ear,
Jolting judgment was at hand,
Unblemished, unbent courage held domain,
Lingering luminaries hailed in every corner,
Struggled strategy stood in folly,
Consummated conquest lives in triumph,
Vindicated victory looms freedom.
- John Hardesty
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