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quantrill

When William Quantrill, in the Civil War,
Led his gray troops, like swarming ants, in raid
On Lawrence, citizens died by the score –
Unarmed.  A battle, or just vengeance paid?

John Morgan, likewise, was a Southern pride;
But to the North, his acts were piracy.
His men would conquer, taking all they spied –
An army’s pillaging?  Or robbery?

The line between an army waging war
And scoundrels, murderers, and common thieves;
Between a wicked gang and army corps
Is thinner than a person oft believes.

To see this truth is but to know the names:
With Quantrill rode both Frank and Jesse James.

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The picture is of William Quantrill.

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quantrill%27s_Raiders

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2017.

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gall-civil-war

The Southerners had Jackson
And Jeb-led cavalry,
And none who was as crafty
As gray fox Robert Lee.

The North looked for a hammer,
And Lincoln fired the soft,
Until Grant, made of metal,
Would lose, but battled oft.

The rebels had the leaders;
The Union had the men.
The war was thus attrition:
It was not which, but when.

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© Dennis Allen Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2016.

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Of all the loads a child must bear,
The one of sibling’s great.
It means that one must learn to share,
And even worse, to wait.

Like times when egg nog has been bought
And brother can’t be found,
One cannot have the part she ought
Until he comes around.

E’en when it’s your own birthday cake
And one last piece is left,
It’s split in half for two to take
Like North and South were cleft.

One benefit of growing old
(I grant there’s not a lot)
I get all now and get it whole,
To have it and halve not.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2011.

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