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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.
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
TEARS FROM THE AGES
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.
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Jun 26, 2015
Jun 26, 2015 at 6:10 AM UTC
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