54th Massachusetts Regiment

What I ask of these men,

hated by their country,

robbed of identity, owned

in the black skin they were birthed;

I ask now for death,

the only promise to be kept,

as I gaze into their eyes

and see the glazed stare

that awaits a broken future,

left lifeless on the battlefield.

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