Poems (White)/Thousands Dead in the Field

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THOUSANDS DEAD IN THE FIELD

The birds will sing, the stars will shine,
 And the cows will graze in the field;
Flowers will bloom and trees will bear, while
 Thousands are dead in the field.

Young men will wed, maidens will smile,
 And children will play in the field;
Babies will crow, young folks will dance, while
 Thousands are dead in the field.

Negroes will sing, the band will play,
 With cotton and cane in the field;
Hearts will beat with happiness sweet, while
 Thousand lie dead in the field.

This world was made for full life,
 Not for battle and terrible strife.
There is no death 'tis truly said;
 We live and laugh forever instead.