For four grim years General Lee
And his boys in grey fought heroically
Against a ruthless foe in defense
Of the Southern land. Many, going thence,
Died a grievous death, bodies torn by cannon shell
And musket ball, writhing in blood and spittle.
Many, also, those who survived such an encounter,
At the cost of a limb, an arm hack-sawed at the shoulder.
Knowing hunger, knowing thirst, knowing dreadful cold and heat;
Hard ground for a bed, marching often with bare feet.
For such acts of self-sacrifice, their memory
Should be forever praised by their progeny.
But across the South, corruption has set in,
. . .
The rest is at https://www.reckonin.com/walt-garlington/fighting-to-remember-poetry.
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Friend of the South Mr Thomas Riley has written a poem that Southrons should likewise consider reading:
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Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!
Anathema to the Union!
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