Upon the morning after <br />The battlefield lay red <br />Where the cloverleaf it grows <br />Where the quail it beds <br /> <br />The fog of death it settles in <br />This once pictorial site <br />Where men they once walked this earth <br />But died for one man's right <br /> <br />Tonight will hear the mothers <br />The brothers, the sisters cry <br />As bodies they are brought back home <br />And loved ones close their eyes <br /> <br />Tomorrow it will be <br />In stone their memory <br />Where men they once laughed with us <br />But now no longer breath <br /> <br />Upon the morning after <br />No sweat upon his brow <br />The king who had his right to fight <br />Who shall I conquer now.<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-morning-after/
