let them fly
their defeated
dead banner.
let them fly that
cloth with the
stars and bars that signifies
division, wasted blood, and a 
president with a hole in
his head; that signifies
the 400 year old evil that
shackled nearly an entire
race; that
signifies when uncle sam
was split like the red sea; when
uncle sam nearly perished. 
dont stop them.
dont picket.
dont protest.
let them fly their
defeated, whipped,
beaten, and shamed
banner. and let them
sing praises to
jefferson davis and
john wilkes booth as they
do it. its a beautiful 
colorful reminder, this
confederate flag. my yankee chest
swells to enormous proportions
when i gaze upon its
stars and bars. 
know why? because 
we won the
war.
we won the war. we won
the war.