Star of the South

Name me what haunts the South.
It is a star, or the ghost of a star.
Faulkner couldn't find out,
but he knew there was something there.
 

I tell you categorically,
the United States as official policy has distorted our history,
and deliberately suppressed the most crucial fact.
That act is a crime and we have been damaged.
The evidence is clearly documented,
papers still in the posession of the perpetrator.
Don't try to hand us some crumbs.
Let my people go.
 

We have never wanted to be part of your country.
That's the fact, I found the proof.
We never joined, never voted, never ratified.
You faked it all and kept us under martial law.
Look at the papers and admit you lied.
Then get your cops and courts off my land.
 

We do not want the United States here, do I make myself clear?
You are expelled, banished, evicted, now get the fuck out.
How we will run the place is our business, because it's none of yours.
Hoorah, hoorah, for Southern rights, hoorah,
Hoorah for the Bonnie Blue Flag
That bears but a single star.
 

The flag of the Florida Republic now flies over Somalia.
We have to make a distinction:
appropriately the hemp leaf,
the first foundation of our national economy,
and first support of our education.
Yippie.

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Whither?

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