Greater peril awaits thee if a choose to fight for us
For I am not liked – my natural devil formed in birth.
So they say.
My elders’ marriage was arranged to suffrage by those men
But elders were noble thus stayed loyal as told by God.
So I heard.
A voice quietly whispering their wishes to revive
A tortured voice – a southern accent they spoke to me with.
So I listened.
‘Fight, fight. Raise up your battalion and bleed as he has’
I saw flashes of what could be and sought my brethren.
We fought, all night until Abraham raised our flag high.
We are free.