Lost Son Poem by jack green

Lost Son

Rating: 5.0

Lost hope heartless those hoof beats pound.
Raising the dust form these red clay grounds.
Chasing the federals like demon hell hounds.
To the city of Chattanooga.

Minnie balls ripping through young mens chest.
Leaving their bodies locked in unending rest.
While turkey buzzard's abandon their nest.
To feast on the grim reaper's carnage.

I was along for this terrible ride.
With five hundred comrades their by my side
Soon will rise the prayers those mothers cried.
On getting the news of their lost son.

From these battles were born.
Scarred young soldiers limbs missing and torn.
And grand old mansions where head stones adorn.
The remains of yesterdays future.

Still poor men die in a rich mans war.
And poor mothers dread any knock at her door.
Fearing loss of her son, innocent no more.
Of killing while searching for glory.

Valerie Dohren 06 December 2012

And the world never learns, still it goes on fighting and killing - mans inhumanity to man. Excellent write Jack.

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Willie Dixon 02 December 2012

You truly have a talent for writting poems, great job, good subject and well written.........William

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Walterrean Salley 11 November 2012

An inexhaustible theme. There's much to be said about this subject. If it were not for the sacrifice of such men and women, where would we, or our nation be? Without them, what would become of us? We owe immeasurable gratitude. A befitting tribute. Though sad, you have done a remarkable job here Jack. Thank you.

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Terry O'leary 07 November 2012

I like this work very much, Jack. The feeling and the horror and insanity of it all shine through... Terry

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jack green

jack green

Chattanooga, Tennessee
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