You lost a war because you were wrong

i wrote this poem a couple months ago, because i was extremely irritated by the amount of southerners that i have listened to who try to tell me how noble the confederate cause was. i mean what kind of backwards logic is that? you (not you, but families who lived in your area in the past) fought a war to keep slavery and lost because its wrong...end of story. now this governor from virginia is trying to have a "confederate history month" where he wants to historically change/romanticize the acts of the southern soldiers...give me a break. anyway here it is, i know it needs some work yet but im still working on it--i usually don't do this but ill let you know that the morning star has a biblical reference (confederate sympathizers love to tell me how religion and god and blah blah blah are on their side). hope this helps:)



Confederate Tattoo

Ask me why I bear this symbol
and I will tell you
it is a reminder of my heritage,
a time we rose as one to fight
a heavy tyranny from the North;
they stole our God given freedoms,
our simple rights as humans.

We believed in Him,
and He enjoyed large porches
to sit on and rock back-and-forth
like my grandfather's pendulum
that moved only to soft Southern time.

We believed in the slow sips
of sweet fresh homemade iced tea
while we watched our estates thrive
under a free and blessed sun.

It was us who discovered the American dream,
the earned dream of working long days
supporting a family in the fields,
whipping our souls into shape for Him
who promised salvation to the righteous.

We were the persecuted, the fallen dreams
that once hung freely from the clouds,
asking only for peace and separation
from a deceitful land of laws.

We will never forget Dixie
or those who pushed it out of the light,
those who forced us,
pure hearted Americans into the night.
We will never forget the darkness
illuminated by a morning star
saving our Confederate sight.