No roar from the cannons is heard
Muskets have ceased their rattle
The cacophony of battle's language
Relenting to somber repose
Munitions all spent
Their mission to wage war completed
Brave men, soldiers all
Strewn in horrendous disarray
Upon this field of furious engagement
Their final agony fixed upon their twisted faces
In death's grip lie
Their lives depleted
To none will new breath be meted out
What prize led them to this place
Where destiny's grip awaited
Freedom's voice, the sacred rights of men everywhere
Demanded response
Bloody conflicts ensued
To oppression's dastardly refrain
To secure certain inalienable rights
Row upon valiant row in open display
Humanity on caissons in processions too long
Clothed in uniforms of blue or gray
Fathers, sons and brothers, future duties unfulfilled
Glory found in this now hallowed ground
Historie's laments unable to contemplate
Why for so many, it was so late
Fredericksburg, you, that were Hell sent