A Sad Southern Tale
A sad Southern tale
It was a disturbing wonder
When, In the midst of a bountiful harvest
There arose a call
To weed, trim, plunder and even murder
Every east, west and northern brethren
Who drifted to feast across the southern border?
Now you know how to hack and spear your brethren
Those who stood yelling, stoop wailing
Just to see you, toe Freedom Street
Alas, after being spared from your iron shackles
Your years was spent ploughing yesterdays wrath
While farming today’s seeds of scorn
Your bountiful harvest
was resentment and hasty judgement
Never realising that you were still in bondage
brought so much bewilderment
from these awakening events
Revealing your hidden fetters
And soulless chains
unraveling the veil
Shading up your blind wills
And your fallen hopes
Now you hear that call
Deadening you unto reality
Those voices that in time past
had thundered your paths
along freedom way
now resonate with livid hatred
prompting you unto violence
even to your own kind
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