Can someone write a poem for for fun : )

Civil War poem, By Mathunga.

Lincoln had warned us of what he could see:

How a house divided can never stand

In this time of great adversity,

It's the blood of our own that stains our hands

With brother turning on brother

Sever'd bonds tear the nation apart

With apprehension we regard one another

Where ice resides in our hearts

Seeds of hatred within a union we sow

Silence of winter broken by bugle of death

Crimson stains the unblemished snow

And many others draw their last breath

Flashes of blue and gray a - blur in the mist

Becoming a frenzy of bullets and hate

Against family we raised a clenched fist

We must stop before it's too late

For a house divided against its own

Is a serpent that eats its own tail

Once united, we now stand alone

Each branching away from the unfinished rails.

the god   the goddess of salt water, of fresh water   yet more powerful and perfect.

gold miners!

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