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Sep 16, 2009
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That Bloody Sun
That Bloody Sun
He lay in the killing fields
As the vultures rode the sky
Breathing death into the air
While the wounded cry
Jagged wound in his chest
Bloody froth around the hole
He rises on shaky knees
But they will not hold
Bodies lying in the killing fields
Testify to mankind's greed
States Rights, the South cried!
More profits the North decreed!
Slavery's wrong, merchants cry
Pious looks upon their face
Not slavery but profit margins
Made the merchants push the race
There upon the killing fields
It matters not what they say
For the dying will not see
The light of one more bloody day
States Rights with slavery the side
North and South, a liar's game
That the Northern Merchant's won
Truth be told, both were to blame
The great proclamation of freedom
Freedom in states who would seceed
But they who stood with the Union
Allowed to keep bound by greed
All due to merciless corruption
With more pestilence to come
Enter now, the carpetbaggers
Vultures beneath that bloody sun
And thus the darkness of history
Lies like a blight upon the soul
Pious liars both north and south
Pretend remorse for lives they stole
He lay in the killing fields
As the vultures rode the sky
Breathing death into the air
While the wounded cry
Jagged wound in his chest
Bloody froth around the hole
He rises on shaky knees
But they will not hold
Bodies lying in the killing fields
Testify to mankind's greed
States Rights, the South cried!
More profits the North decreed!
Slavery's wrong, merchants cry
Pious looks upon their face
Not slavery but profit margins
Made the merchants push the race
There upon the killing fields
It matters not what they say
For the dying will not see
The light of one more bloody day
States Rights with slavery the side
North and South, a liar's game
That the Northern Merchant's won
Truth be told, both were to blame
The great proclamation of freedom
Freedom in states who would seceed
But they who stood with the Union
Allowed to keep bound by greed
All due to merciless corruption
With more pestilence to come
Enter now, the carpetbaggers
Vultures beneath that bloody sun
And thus the darkness of history
Lies like a blight upon the soul
Pious liars both north and south
Pretend remorse for lives they stole
— Rett, Sep 16, 2009
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Critiques
themoonman
16 years 8 months ago
Rett...
Rett
16 years 8 months ago
Right you are Richard
Orphani
16 years 8 months ago
I think this is a powerful
Rett
16 years 8 months ago
Being a bit of a history buff
Orphani
16 years 8 months ago
this comment is why i love
Rett
16 years 8 months ago
Theo
Geezer
16 years 8 months ago
Civil?
Rett
16 years 8 months ago
I have to agree Gee
mantiscepter
16 years 8 months ago
Love And War
Rett
16 years 8 months ago
thanks Mantiscepter
lyz
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Rett
Rett
16 years 8 months ago
Thank you lyz
deelilah
16 years 8 months ago
Hello Rett
Rett
16 years 8 months ago
Deelilah, how very true
deelilah
16 years 8 months ago
Rett
press
16 years 8 months ago
Dad sorry
Rett
16 years 8 months ago
Many thanks son!
DawningDaytripper
16 years 8 months ago
Hi Paw, That was really
Rett
16 years 8 months ago
Julie, right you are
Candlewitch
16 years 8 months ago
Dear Rett
Rett
16 years 8 months ago
Thanks a lot Cat