Stars & Bars
- Atop some distant southern crag
- I spied a confederate battle flag.
- I felt my warrior’s spirit sag,
- for I am a Union soldier
- To think that some still hoist that rag.
- The honor of the Union drag
- thru mud and blood and battle slag,
- a disgrace to a Union soldier
- They sing of ‘Dixie’, racist tag!
- Where slaves behind their masters lag
- Compelled to fill their cotton bag.
- Were it not for the Union soldier
- “The south gon’ do it agin”, they brag
- It’s enough to make a grown man gag
- If that traitorous flag wasn’t bound to snag,
- On the spear of some Union soldier.
- Louis William Rose
- November 2005
