Every dropp of blood slaves shed <br />beneath the lash and rod <br />was repaid in kind at Sharpsburg <br />by the terrible swift sword. <br />Twenty three thousand Sacrificed <br />in joint sanquinity <br />to debate the principle <br />that all men should live free. <br />At Burnside's bridge, <br />on the sunken road, <br />The Landscape dripping red. <br />The wounded called for water <br />as they lay among the dead. <br />At the Whitewashed Dunker church <br />the Dutchmen stood agog <br />as the fearful toll was paid <br />by brave souls on either side<br /><br />John F. McCullagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/landscape-painted-red/
