The Greater Peril

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.