A Hopeless Flight

Southern militia,
They marched to their demise,
T'was all hell in their eyes,
Many men fell, left to right,
            The battle seemed a hopeless fight.

Scaling the rise,
Half left this life,
Comrades once,
Now locked in strife,
Few men left in sight,
              The battle seemed a hopeless fight.

Pickett's charge,
The South in despair,
A failed stab,
The enemy not snared,
Defeated, damaged, done,
                The battle was a hopeless fight.