Civil War

Boom! Boom!
The cannons are exploding around me,
“Why?” I ask
A war between freedom and slavery
“Pointless” I say.
In my own country,
the South against the North,
and the North against the South.
Whiz—
bullets screaming past me,
“When will it stop?” I ask the soldier by me,
Bang! guns go off near by
“Who will win and who will die?” I ask another
feet are pounding as soldiers are advancing,
bodies are falling as soldiers are retreating.
Chaos and confusion—“who’s side am I on?” I wonder.
Thinking about how I feel deep down,
Do I care about one’s color, or one’s freedom?
Or do I think that someone else should do my work for me.
Blast!
Dirt and grass are flying
“Why?” I ask again but no one answers for no one knows.
Silence—
As bodies lie around me
They cannot answer for they are dead,
dead for fighting.
“How can this be?” I ask aloud
but no one knows
for there is no more North and South, bond or free
only dead and alive.
I walk through the smoke filled battlefield
“Why?” I ask once more
But no one really knows.
“Pointless” I say once more
and I continue home with the vision
of people fighting, dying, and dead.