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.
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About Louis William Rose
“I am an advocate for Liberty.
What I do for Liberty I do not do for profit or fame. I seek no office other than the office of parliamentarian, and no reward other than for myself and my fellow men and women to live in a free country.”
Louis William Rose is a lifelong student of parliamentary procedure and political process. He has served as parliamentarian for various organizations. A political philosopher, poet, singer, and writer, his articles have been published on-line and in pro-liberty papers in Florida, Kentucky, Georgia, and Montana.
He holds a bachelor’s degree in Political Science from the University of North Florida, graduating summa cum laude in 2004, with an additional two years of graduate work in political philosophy.
Mr. Rose is an outspoken supporter of the basic rights of man, especially freedom of speech, association, religion, individual rights to personal defense and property, and of republican, constitutional forms of government.
He is married to the lovely Jamy Sue Rose, an award winning nature photographer and a Florida Master Naturalist and guide. He has two sons, Edward, a hydroponic farmer in the panhandle of Florida, and Alexander, a successful real estate developer.
In a cruel and uncaring world... 