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.
