This timeA Poem by Maxwell Ryder
This time
there will be no Lees or Grants, no Stonewall Jacksons, no desertion, no flogged backs; no swastikas, no flags, no pentagrams atop eye-holed hats; no Gettysburgs, no Shermans, no gallant rants Of four score, seven years ago; Atlanta won’t just burn, America will. There’ll be no Appomattox, no last stand, no Staten Island; Death will be called Freedom; A lack of food will be the feeding trough at Antietam; And Satan will stand Naked before God, Screaming, “Gimme all you got!” And I’ll make’em Bleed, son. © 2018 Maxwell RyderReviews
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