Lit Mag Poetry

Blue by Abigael Akselrod

Grey specks of dust in the evening light 

fight till their last breath 

as bold blue puts up its best defense 

feeling victory fleeting fast 


Patriotic blue runs across the battlefield 

Uniform branding him for death 

The sun beats upon the yankee, the grounds littered with the deceased 

Still, the boy does not surrender, nor understand why war exists 


Brothers, called to arms, to fight 

against one another, a nation divided 

But will the nation ever know of your sacrifice? 

Of the young men only provided with an early ticket to their demise, o’l blue eyes unblinking yet being none the wiser to the way they lay face down in their grass? 

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