When in the Confederate Army, I guess,
do what the Confederates say. Isn't that
the way : it goes? Battle flags? Commemorate
the final loss? Commiserate with all the dead?
Let's visit Andersonville instead.
Airpower could have won the war for us :
if only we had figured that out. Blast those
Yankees where they sleep. Dead to Smithereens.
My life has now become instead a boiling
cauldron of illicit blood. I want to cheat
the snakes at what they do. I want to
revenge those gone, a time or two.