Legacy

Now that it seems the war is nearly over,
the sad processions of the dead are passed,
will the broken spirits of the victims hover
in some grim purgatory of the lost,

or join the wraiths created by The Hunger
in an endless shuffle through the nations' dreams,
to feed an unborn generation's anger
and spawn once more a futile call to arms?

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Sketch from The Illustrated London News
December 22 1849

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