Events of our times began back then…
(another few lines from William’s Pen).
Under the flag of occupation
Shortly after fifty-nine,
a culture clash had reached its prime.
No longer could the South submit
to Yankee domination’s writ.
Southern heroes of great vision
stood behind their hard decision,
Aware they had a risky task,
then gave their all when it was asked.
From sixty-one to sixty-four
our heroes fought a bloody war,
And fighting raged yet four months more
before the Yanks could slam the door.
In early eighteen-sixty-five
the Southern States were still alive;
Athough by fall that fateful year
we saw our country disappear:
This once proud Sovereign Southern Nation
a province under occupation;
The Founding Fathers’ sacred rules
no longer taught in Southern schools,
Those freedoms wrought of blood and toil
all disappeared from Southern soil,
And rule of law by our consent
reduced now to a non-event,
Commies, gays and men in drag
wrapped in occupation flag
To cloak and hide their real intent
(subversion of this continent),
Power and wealth controlled by Jews
having ended truthful news.
They’ve agitated guileless Blacks
to break the Constitution’s back…
’Tis as our Fathers prophesied
when seeing we’d be occupied,
Soon under gun and bayonet.
Our culture suffers even yet
In present sordid situation:
a dumbed-down Sovereign Southern Nation
Controlled by Yankee domination
under the flag of occupation.