Brother against Brother
Who fight until the end
The stench of rotting bravery
Lingers on the dead
The victory is bittersweet
Guilt will never sound retreat
The sour sting of Battle
And all soldiers did tackle
Mixed emotions about killing
Those who shoot, unwilling
For they hear the cry
Of lives gone by
The shout that
Freedom is not free
Resounds in us for centuries

We feel their loss
We hear their pain
This War survives
On memory lane
We see the bodies
We see the hate
We see the soldier’s
Empty plate
But most of all,
We see the War
One like nothing ever before
A War that made us lock our doors
That broke the nation
For emancipation
That painted red
Clear, sunny days
That dug infinite graves
It beat us down
‘Til we looked up
Praying for help
From who knows what?
God didn’t help us
He gave us no path
He did not strike the sinners
With His blinding wrath
No Heavenly Angel
On delicate wings
Shone down from above
To make true our dreams
If there was God
Then why wouldn’t He
Make it so that
Freedom IS free?

We seep regret
We never forget
How could we
Somehow let
All those good men
Die alone?
And their last moan
Unheard
No final words
All they hear is
Pain and fear
And all they see
Is their families
But they were alone
None hold the hand
Of the bravest man
And as he dies, he screams
That freedom is not free

We’ll never really know what happened
On those battlefields
But heed the warning
The dead give
Or else,
Our fate is sealed
Pray for peace, they say,
And never want for War
And those old men,
The Veterans,
Lack eyes,
But they can see.
For they know
As all soldiers do
That freedom is not free.