By: Cedric McClester
These are tears from the ages
As we turn our history’s pages
Certain parts have been outrageous
Like when they enslaved and caged us
Now they ask why all the fuss
Though the confederacy went bust
As we always knew it must
They say that flag just honors us
But where’s the honor in enslavement
In human suffering and containment
Why not ask us where the pain went
Which might explain our discontent
Even though some will insist
That their supporters must resist
Because that flag will sure be missed
See I don’t think they get our gist
That flag serves to summarize
An era that we do despise
So if the Golden Rule applies
Take it down, word to the wise
Tell me if you could celebrate
Another’s hegemony or hate
While your freedom had to wait
Is it even open to debate
Want to romanticize your past?
I find it necessary to ask
Like the Germans and their gas
I will put you on full blast
Because there is no master race
Everybody has their place
And I hope I’ve made my case
That the past can’t be erased
Copyright © 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
These are tears from the ages
As we turn our history’s pages
Certain parts have been outrageous
Like when they enslaved and caged us
Now they ask why all the fuss
Though the confederacy went bust
As we always knew it must
They say that flag just honors us
But where’s the honor in enslavement
In human suffering and containment
Why not ask us where the pain went
Which might explain our discontent
Even though some will insist
That their supporters must resist
Because that flag will sure be missed
See I don’t think they get our gist
That flag serves to summarize
An era that we do despise
So if the Golden Rule applies
Take it down, word to the wise
Tell me if you could celebrate
Another’s hegemony or hate
While your freedom had to wait
Is it even open to debate
Want to romanticize your past?
I find it necessary to ask
Like the Germans and their gas
I will put you on full blast
Because there is no master race
Everybody has their place
And I hope I’ve made my case
That the past can’t be erased
Copyright © 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.