THE UNCIVIL WAR

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JOURNAL #39

though Lincoln died
the young country lived
steadily prospering away
from its all consuming hatred
and subsequent grief
with prior countless precious
blood offerings given
for forty eight consecutive months
during each and every battle's
brutal grip
for God and Country
indeed far more faceless young men
shed their blood and sacrificed
a fact to which the country
still holds so tenderly in her memory's
own account of history
even to this very day
but heritage itself can be so muddled
and vague in the complex folds
of its representation
truth too often can be
ill represented
men idealize the construct of
past events and facts
and jagged remarks
are filed down
into glossy smooth more acceptable
shards of what actually occurred
as the years sneak away
from living memory
men rose and chose to fight
and gruesomely die in dire attempts
to defend their pale brethren
the barbaric right
to own, shackle, abuse and control
the very existence of other men
of varying color
tears all too easily flow
as one realizes
livestock of the day
fared far better
in the confines of their own form
of enslavement
than that of these chained dark men
women and children I speak of
who only dreamed of being free
and going home
and that is a substantial shame in
American history that we must
continue to display
so bravely unadorned
all men are created equal
and many lessons to this very fact
we learned
through the waging of that heinous
'UnCivil War'..............
(Oct. 12, 2010 1120 pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

watched a PBS documentary on Lincoln's Presidency and the U.S. Civil war and the toll it had on him and the country and how the people perceived his assassination after it was all over .I found it highly informative and this poem grew from that information I ascertained from that documentary.

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