For General William Tecumseh Sherman and soldiers everywhere. <br /> <br /> <br />The day over, the battle won. <br />No joy rests in the victory. <br />The home front questions tactics, <br />I'm a soldier accused of barbary <br /> <br />Looking out o'er the battlefield <br />I see the bodies of fathers, sons and brothers. <br />Their blood cried out to me from the mud <br />Like the weeping of wives, sisters and mothers. <br /> <br />I'm but a humble soldier <br />With a job that must be done. <br />A country that needs healing, <br />A war that must be won. <br /> <br />We fight for freedom and glory, <br />Or so the politicians tell. <br />But their reasons are all moonshine <br />This war—all war—is Hell. <br /> <br />(18 May 2008)<br /><br />John W. Leys<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sherman-s-lament/
