Flags over South

One by one
Against the odds
One on one
Against the odds

They come by the dozens

One by one
We do not know to follow
One by one
Yet we do not always reason
One by one
One by one we come to understand

Flags over south

Oh, Confederate flag
Flying guanine winds,
Rooted in shame
Beyond all reasons
Out of pity and pain
A flag that cries
In the broken air
Flown shamefully
Out of sorrow and deceit
It represents memories of terror
Stones of unmarked graves
Unforgotton memories of our past
Once removed from blame
The time has changed
The anger remains
With unsought questions asked
For its vein purpose
Of painful ignorance
Thought I should change
Of deception and of tiery
Of American values
Thought I would change
The hate and regret
Thought I could change
American values
The Confederate flag flies
In history in vein
History must not be
Taken for granted
For all its worth

One by one
Against the odds
One on one
Against the odds

They come by the dozens
One by one
Me and you against the odds

Flags over south