The Southern Flag

The Southern Flag
By J. Bergerson
Her colors are worn, her true meaning lost
turned into hate racism and evil. What she once flew for gone,
written into history as a mark of pain. The Traditions she stood for
forgotten, lies cover her torn cloth few still fly her, facing the hatred of fellow
Americans.
When she first flew she stood for Freedom justice, and the Southern way of life.
She was turned into racism, by men and women of all races, her tear stained fabric
folded and hidden, compared to Hitler, and Satan.
Her name smeared in all the history
books, The pride of the southern people
reduced to meaning slavery.
Her people walk on egg shells,
in a country their families for generations
fought and died for.
Their blood still rich in her soil,her people feel her pain.
Her people silently grieve at the gravestones of her un-known soldiers....
Their stones desecrated, bodies scattered and abused...
Her people remember the pride she once flew for....
When she didn't stand for hatred.....
When she wasn't the “rebel”
The southern Flag.....
For she is also Red White And Blue.....