Sweet Liberty’s Back
By William’s Pen
County Elmore, AL, Occupied CSA

When oppression gets so big and strong
That the line is blurred ’twixt right and wrong,
And in the press we cannot see
One word on the side of Liberty,
And within the media money cartel
All the scenes are played from hell,
And vulgar language has taken the place
’Mongst every culture, tribe and race
Of decent words and humble grace,
And all the ills of a once great land
Are piling up like grains of sand
Falling through a tiny crack
Which threatens breaking Liberty’s back,
When Southern hearts are pierced with shame
And Southern heroes all defamed
And Southern banners all denounced
And Southern history soundly trounced
By greedy Yankee socialist pigs
And ignorant militant racist nigs,
By culturally bigoted Harvard bores
And money-driven political whores;
I, for one, will not kowtow
Nor reverse my views of then and now.
In the “Heart of Dixie” I choose to stay,
And Dixie Land I’ll please to play.
Rebel flags I’ll fly on high.
For Liberty I’ll fight and die.
And if I ever get the chance,
I’ll spear the bigots with my lance.
I’ll wipe my feet on the “u.n.” rag
And spit in the eye of the Reno hag.
I’ll thumb my nose at the FBI
And honor Dixie till the day I die.
I’ll demonstrate and fly my flag
And counter every liberal brag.
With Truth and Honor as shining lights
I’ll always fight for Southern rights.
And if you think I’ll go away,
Again you’re wrong. I will not sway.
I’ll teach my kids and all their kin
To never forget the Yankees’ sins,
And learn the truths of history:
That God bequeathed us Liberty,
That only God and never man
Can give us Freedom by his hand,
That all the Founding Fathers’ pain
Was surely not endured in vain,
That every paper they once wrote
Holds a knife to tyrants’ throats.
And every single, inspired word
Throughout the land shall still be heard –
Heard and heeded by those who rule
And taught again in every school
Till once again there’ll come a time
When I won’t have to write a rhyme.

Keep it flying!

That flag represents the South:
her people (living and dead),
those whose blood stains it,
those whose tears dampen it,
those whose sweat moistens it,
all are owners of it, holders of it,
keepers of the flag and defenders
of the cause of holy liberty.
– David Cooksey, AlaReb