Friday, May 20, 2011

Cannons and Buglers (A Poem)

What were you thinkin’
Abraham Lincoln?
Hopin to make a
House undivided

Your message was civil
But war turned it drivel
Differences set our
Nation short sighted

Midst the sound of cannon balls
With our backs against the walls
Starin’ death in the eyes
We wonder ‘bout the lies
That got us here

And the bugler plays his tune
But the ending came too soon
Through the furnace to hell
And I know fully well
How I got here.

Maybe losing is the better option

I hate to say this
Jefferson Davis
Georgia is burnin’
The tide is turnin’

Call into question
Your indiscretion
Now that we’re earnin'
Chains for our learnin'

Midst the sound of burnin' walls
With our hearts caught in a squall
Starin’ death in the eyes
We wonder ‘bout the lies
That got us here

And the bugler plays his tune
But the ending came too soon
Through the furnace to hell
And I know fully well
How I got here.

Maybe winning is the better option

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