“Victory”

by Jonathan Graver 

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With darkness cast on fertile lands, The men took muskets in their hands And wives took charge of farms and fields. They hoped for peace and blessed yields. And then, the King sent forth, by night Relentless waves of crimson blight. That raided homes and burned the towns, And struck down all who spurned the Crown. So many mothers wept for sons Who fought the Red on countless runs Yet fell by cannon, fell by sword. They prayed for merciful reward. Thus, when their General swore they’d fight And hold their ground through day and night, Young Rebels in blue, and blood and snow Rained Hell upon their scarlet foe. They fought for things one can’t impart Yet from such depths of mind and heart. Thirteen amongst the tyranny, One Union now, for liberty. They raised their flag and charged ahead, They struck and shot and beat the Red Then forced it back into the sea. This home of hope, so borne, was free. And now, when rest gives way to war, New sentinels preserve our shores. Citizens they, of blue and green: Soldier, Sailor, Airman, Marine. So charged and like our fathers then, Our freedoms they protect again. With strength and courage, so they stand On watch about this sacred land. They’ll fight for it, if called to arms, And win for it, when called to arms. Though Union’s sanctity we mind, The path to victory they find.

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