The cannons roar, hatred inflame
Destruction, chaos, without shame
Our countries fabric torn apart
Pride and conviction rule the heart
Life as before we can’t reclaim
Atrocities in freedoms name
Negotiations soon became
Words meant to stop, but instead start
The cannons roar
We won’t remember them by name
Who heard the bugle’s call and came
They, on the battlefield depart
Victims felled by the warriors art
The cannons roar
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About oldmainer
I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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