Brothers' War
Both sides were red, white, and blue,
The brothers of me and you.
Both fought for what they thought was right,
And ignored the other out of spite.
Bull Run, Antietam, Gettysburg at Devil’s Den,
Both sides had a heavy loss of men.
The elder won,
But the younger wasn't done.
Out came the laws,
The ones that put Blacks' rights on pause.
Nothing was the same since the Brothers' War,
The stories will go on, evermore.
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