A Poem: The Worst Battle

Marching tiredly

Lee marched his men to death

Nothing could stop them

Their enemy ready to fight

With 85,000

Armed

Fighting, not stopping

Both day and night

Brothers fighting side by side

Both sides still fighting

Blue on hills and Gray below

Firing down on Meade’s men

Musket balls and canons

The glow of fire in the soul

Fighting, not stopping

Both day and night

Brothers fighting side by side

On the final day

Blue’s canons were too silent

Lee ordered a charge

All his strong and abled men

Ascended down the ridge

Fighting, not stopping

Both day and night

Brothers fighting side by side

And thus they were fooled

Again they soon glimpsed their death

 The canons groaned as it killed many

Only 100 survived

To see Union ridge

Fighting, not stopping

Both day and night

Brothers fighting side by side

Soon again the fighting will very cease

Blue against Gray

Bayonets catching the light of the morning sun

Meade’ army were fast and firm

All thought it was the gray’ s victory

Fighting, not stopping

Both day and night

Brothers fighting side by side

Nothing more to come

The great battle has buried hopes of many

Seven thousand dead

Forty four thousand wounded

The world will never be the same

Fighting, now ceased

Everything is gone

No more brothers fighting brothers

– By Victoria Scarlett Doman