Stars & Bars
- Atop some distant southern crag
- I spied a confederate battle flag.
- I felt my warrior�s spirit sag,
- for I am a Union soldier
- To think that some still hoist that rag.
- The honor of the Union drag
- thru mud and blood and battle slag,
- a disgrace to a Union soldier
- They sing of �Dixie�, racist tag!
- Where slaves behind their masters lag
- Compelled to fill their cotton bag.
- Were it not for the Union soldier
- �The south gon� do it agin�, they brag
- It�s enough to make a grown man gag
- If that traitorous flag wasn�t bound to snag,
- On the spear of some Union soldier.
- Louis William Rose
- November 2005
