Shadows of Gettysburg
Can there be glory greater than this?
Of land consecrated, by blood and by strife.
Can there be souls- More honored than these here?
Who for their country gave supreme sacrifice.
These hills and these rocks hole mem’ries of battle
Of friendship and reverence and loss of life.
A nation divided, returning only to clash,
In an epic of pride, steel and lead.
Bloodied and tattered, grim and forlorn…
Was it for glory?
Was it for spite?
What was the message?
Was there a choice?
Answer me this, oh dim shadows!
Echoes of that time so long past.
Can you tell me what you fought and died for?
And if, knowing what has come to be,
Would you do it all over again?
poem by Megan Lacey
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