The Civil War, The Only War Won But Still Lost Poem by Tor Magnor Solvang

The war raged on, a brother against brother,
fields soaked in the weight of lost futures,
six hundred thousand voices echoing
through the valleys of grief,
the bitter harvest of a nation torn.

Economies collapsed under the burden,
Southern towns left as skeletons,
ghosts wandering through empty streets,
the promise of freedom cast
in shadows of new chains.

Racism, a stubborn weed,
taking root in the cracks of history,
while the scars of division linger,
families splintered, hearts heavy,
the specter of trauma clings
to the air like smoke in the dawn.