Colors

Two little boys

Playing in the field

One broken hearted

The other was killed

Brother against brother

A war beyond reason

To escape this war

Would surely mean treason

The time came to choose

On which side to fight

Not knowing the truth

Or which one was right

A mother stands watching

As her sons choose sides

She shows no evidence

Of the sorrow she hides

The Blue or the Gray

A color was chosen

Blood paints their swords

As time stands frozen

The North or the South

Where do they stand

One brother is slain

By his own brother's hand

Two little boys

Playing in the field

One broken hearted

The other was killed

Reviews

[Cree Nations]

Great write. Wow. I took a punch to my gut when I got to the last verse.

Two little boys
Playing in the field
One broken hearted
The other was killed

Thank you