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Saint Andrew's Cross

Our flag lays dusty, folded and long put away,
politically incorrect to have it out on display.
The UN is flying its flag all across the southland,
and the south dies again
   because no one here understands.
Invasion came, not for slaves but for tariffs and tax.
A new invasion is coming
and we're sleeping through the attacks.
So blow UN flag in the soft, scented breeze,
your invasion is coming so slow.
The St. Andrew's Cross will fly again
for the southland sees and she knows.
   ( An invasion came long years ago.)
Cold winds are sweeping across the southland
while our heros are being played down.
Jeff Davis sleeps, the southland weeps
   and clings to her hallowed ground.

 

Copyright © Linda Lee. Reprinted by permission.