Northern Union Poem by Mason Maestro

Sergeant, Sergeant what's it all about
Endeavor to clout us little ingrates into shape
When I longed the age all the lights went out
There was no chance to whine and mope about
Now one truth flies out the mouth
Beaufort to Gulf it’s all gone south
Though we'll never fathom it behind
the sarcasm and desperate memories lie

Vera, Vera are you fast asleep… good
It’s the only time that I can really talk
There is one thing that I've locked away
An exact fact that is too fragile
To endure the light of day

When we grasped that there was a war
No flags or banners hung on anyone’s door
They danced and sang in ignorance and blindness
They boozed
They caroused
Their compasses read North
And their flames could not be smothered or doused

But the burning in my heart
My conscience smoldered on
Of the officers firing their Glocks
on the unarmed