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The Heart of War
Contributed by
Natkingcole
on
Saturday, 7th May 2011 @ 07:01:50 AM in AEST
Topic:
war
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The morning stood still on its haunches.
Waiting for the charge of Father sun at the
reins of the day, It waits in it's God given
beauty, for something to happen.
Three and twenty horses did go by and
disturb the tired dirt that so silently lay
upon the crumbling earth. The riders, clad
in gray and sporting life-takers, sat sullen.
Both sides stood to attention and, as if seeing
this, the sun also rose and brought upon the blue
and gray uniforms a most wonderful light that did seem out
of place in this wreck-less war. But the young soldiers basked.
Nature was used to this war and the birds sat in their
tall homes and saw the dark circles in those poor
wretches' eyes. Some without limbs, did wonder, how
they shall fire their rifles. Maybe they won't get to?
Both sides stood to attention, surging with hatred
for each others cause. But, there was no cause, no cause
for this bloodshed and the pointless slaying of such
innocent lambs. No, civility had nothing to do with it.
Surging with hatred given to them by powerful men
who sit with devilish minds and pursue a cause that has
lost it's appeal. And the young soldiers do suffer, like a horse
suffers a fat riders weight, the ignorance of such calculating men.
These Boys!, blue and gray, could share thoughts on fishing or farming,
or perhaps a pastime that both, North and South, enjoy! What a stab at
fat, calculating men it would be if these boys were to drop arms and enjoy
the July heat. Father sun did not rise in order to throw light upon such heartless suffering!
The civil battle commences with a charge. The birds must scatter
as cannon fire wrecks their tall homes. They fly up like the souls of
the dead. Three and twenty horses now lie dead with their riders
strewn like straw in a stable. Three days did pass, each as relentless as the last.
Tis the gray boys who accept the loss and move on, their wounded and dead in tow.
These, broken braves, walk wearily through discarded friends and empty promises.
Such bloody images do drive mighty men to misery and madness!
What does the South want now? Is it more fighting? Does the North even wish it?
Like spoiled blood, they marched through the main artery of War's black and rotten Heart.
It beats to the rhythmic cries of the dead and dying. The North boys wish nothing of the sort.
Having watched the grays retreat they saw fear in their eyes and their movement. Fear was
in the dust even. Aye, the greys saw in the blue boys' body's, fear as well. Fear must end!
Oh, Gettysburg! Ye know not of beauty now. Thou lies broken, in death and ruin.
Let the gray and blues sing songs for ye and let them soothe you oh Gettysburg!
The life-taking metal that rests upon your innocent body will be lifted soon. Take heart
and remember the battle, oh Gettysburg!, please remember the slain. Let them not be in vain!
They, who were on different sides, now share pastimes in the great beyond. They are friends there.
Hatred has no place there and the broken trees have grown and the metal has been
lifted off great Gettysburg. Gettysburg, that could have been home to those gray and blues.
I know not of war, but please, don't think me unaware of War's Black Heart, for that is no heart at all!
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Natkingcole
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2011-05-07 07:01:50]
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Re: The Heart of War
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by MattHolcombe on
Saturday, 7th May 2011 @ 04:04:04 PM AEST
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"don't think me unaware of War's Black Heart, for that is no heart at all!"
This does justice to the thoughts and feelings of all who have lost to the cruel vice of conflict
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Re: The Heart of War
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by deusdeira on
Saturday, 14th May 2011 @ 03:19:24 AM AEST
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