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A fight for dignity

We lay hidden amid man-made scars
on earth’s face, away from suffocating
smoke and never ending gunfire,
waiting for a new wave of blue-coated
devils to appear.

Battered by rain - gnawed on by gangrene,
rifles clenched by white knuckled fists,
nerves strung too tightly, ready to break
on the next note played... fearing death,
but determent to fight for our cause.

And what a cause: to be a free south
free of northern tyranny.
Free from lies and deceit spewed out
from the Lincoln administration,
added determination for civil rights
– now civil war

The dark night-
Illuminated as explosions rent the air
from Confederate and Yankee artillery.

The dreadful night-
Prayers for loved ones mingled
with weeping and moans.

We Southern soldiers feared the loss
of dignity more than our own lives.
We didn’t fight to keep slaves,
ninety-three percent of southerners
didn’t have any.

We fought for our beliefs- Our homes,
our fellow countrymen and to not be
suppressed by the Yankees.

The horrible night -
The hours pass slowly, one to next
until the first light of morning touches
the sky. Fallen comrades and enemies
alike cover the dead and look for survivors.

Soon the sun will bake the day waiving
stench to fill our nostrils.
Preparations for the agony of endless
hours ahead.

And so it begins once more-

wave after wave of enemy colors
arrive at drum’s insistent beat,
play a nightmare duet with guns
that never cease, until-
The blessed night.





Note: This is written as a dedication to the millions of Confederate soldiers that fought and died in the many battles searching for their independence. For their loss of loved ones, their loss of homes and loss of dignity.

There was more loss of American lives in this one tragic war, than the total loss in all wars America has been part of. (WW1 and 2, Korea, and Vietnam. combined)

This is also for those who suffered after the outcome of the war, under the next twelve years of hardship, and to make aware that this war was not a war of abolition, but of civil rights and historical point of view.

The North has abused this matter over and over again to make things sound right to their ears, but facts are facts. If anyone would like to discuss this, I would happily do so with you.

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  • Ponytails2
    November 8, 2008

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    what a lovely poem really something in your style of writting poems cause youre always in that stuff

    huggs and blessings sharon i wish you good luck in the contest


  • thepoetssoul
    November 8, 2008

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    This is a fine entry you have penned.
    Great imagery and very thought provoking.
    Thanks for the entry.
    And best of wishes to you.

    Tony


  • Cannonsfire
    November 8, 2008

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    It is true that both sides suffered and in some cases Slaves had no where to go once ownership was abolished. Wars never achieve an outcome for all, there are winners and losers and victims. Well done on this story piece. C

  • loafy
    November 1, 2008

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    No poetic form in this, but, good poem. (go to love history) I liked so many stanzas here, it is refreshing...