This is a non-rhyming poem of Jasper's thoughts during the battle where he becomes a general of the Confederate army. Kind of sad because of what he sees and feels.

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Confederate Soldier's cry

Rise up my brothers

Rise up to arm

Rise up the battle's on

We fight for property and family

It is ours do not take it from us

Go back to your houses save the widow's tear

But our enemies a deaf ear turn

We want peace from this war

We will not go back to the way it was

They want to change all we know

So we charge into battle once again

As we have done many times before

My comrade falls beside me and says

"If you survive through the night

Tell mom I love her

Tell my wife I'm sorry I did not make it home

Tell the children daddy was brave"

I say "I will" in resolute tone

As he draws his last breath

The enemy falls at my feet

Bloody and scared

I turn away but must look back

Into my dying uncles eyes

"Good shot my son

You fought for what you believed

Though you turned against those you love

I bear towards you no animosity"

And another takes his last breath

Two lives two sides

Two dying soldier's words

Both I heard both I knew

Only the best will survive

Each man I kill a scar

To mar both flesh and heart

Battle over massacre done

Another to soon take its place

Screams echo across the tents

Mingling with those in your memories

You can't escape

Look over the killing field

Blue and grey drenched with red

Try not to see the faces

But that is hard to do while surrounded

By blood you have spilled

From your friend's bodies

A messenger walks gingerly

Over soldiers lying dead

Awaiting proper burial

He does not seem to mind as much as me

They do not see do not feel what I do

Sheer terror in their eyes

As the children meet you on the battle field

"Sir" he says in Texan drawl

I ignore him and he tries again

"Congratulations sir

You are promoted to the rank of general"

I stiffly say "thanks for notifying me"

Take the telegram from his hand

Go alone so I could cry

And absorb the knowledge that I

Was now responsible

For hundreds of lives

Most of whom were soon to die

My leadership would cause these men to live or fall

Who would return home who would not

Which widow was there soon to be

So rise up my brothers

Rise up to arm

Rise up the battles on


I wrote this during history class on Friday. I hope it captures what the soldiers felt when in peril. If you enjoyed this poem you may want to read my other ones "Asylum" and "Alice". I would appreciate it very much if you would review this. Thank you for reading.