Weapons of Reluctance

The grounds were trampled by marching men,
Soldiers lived in the harshest of nature,
Death and disease tapped knives to their throats,
Threatening the lives of pure bravery,
The cold, frozen nights were burned off,
With the fire of a running bullet,
The warmth of days were scorched to wounds,
By the deafening flame of swords,
But what for?

The guns they carried were Weapons of Reluctance,
The hearts they held were heavy with burdens,
But soaked with the will to do what they must,
So heavy with thoughts, so heavy with burdens...
The north said 'Don't go.' as the south said 'Let go.'
War pushed this on, to fight for the win,
An abundance of blue, a shortage of gray,
No shortage of those lost in all,
But what for?

It slid to a halt just as fast as it first ran,
Four times did the earth dance around the sun,
But it seemed to all an eternity of blood,
Was spilled for the fight of their thoughts,
Family and friends carved a Lake of Tears,
Though reconstruction was due; structures must re-climb,
But Civil War stayed branded on the American minds,

And what for?
To help mold American life as we know it today.

by Cloudular
posted on 10/16/2007