One Hundred and Three years after the fact
Of the Yankee invasion and their attack
Early on one frosty morn
In 1958, I was born.
As Southerners did in 1861
We stand to fight and never run.
We still today attempt to defend
And rally the South together again.
The damage done by slanderous lies
Told by enemies with Union ties
Traitors posing as a friend
But We are Not Gone With the Wind.
Still the poison spread for many years
Without regard to widows tears
Or Southern cries for recompense
But denied our birthright ever since
And made to accept a slap in the face
But defiantly the Southern Race
Will rise again to proudly face
The foes of her trodden pride
Who someday will drown in the Southern tide
Of resentment and demands for honor
Of Southerners who died upon her.
The South was right, I've heard it said
The place that I was born and bred.
American by birth but by the Grace of God
My family is Southern and on this sod
And in this ground our blood was poured
And we pray and thank and praise the Lord
That we are honored and blessed to be
Once part of the Confederacy.
One Hundred and Forty years have passed
Since the surrender at Appomattox
But our Heritage is dear and much more clear
Than tintypes in trunks in our attics
Of Confederate brave and patriotic boys
Who charged into the battle noise
And we refuse to let their memory fade
Or diminish the struggles that they made
For freedom and the right to live
As we deem right in the sight of God
So again I say with all of my soul
I love my Southern family's role
That we are honored and blessed to be
Once part of the Confederacy
David Loper 2005