Ghosts of History

The rain falls

The clouds roll past

The wind howls, cold and cutting

As I look out my window I see them

We are the ghosts of Shiloh
Twenty thousand of us dead
Some were killed
In the hornets nest
Some in the surgeon's bed

Now we

Harried shouts, lines rushing, raging,
Young men dying, war a-waging;
Cause of freedom they fight for,
Blue and Gray in combat

lines of soldiers
in blue and in gray
starting in the dawn
of the day

moving this way and that
moving in for the final combat
sabers

God knew who to put in office,
Honest Abe, he wanted to free the slaves,
It was not about race to him but human dignity,
He