The soul of wrong where hatred hangs still casts
its banners bright recall a history
forgetful of its emblem’s ugly past.
Embrace a theme that cause more souls to bleed.
Oh, Mother E., your hearts embraced this man
and all the people said “Amen…amen…”
Yet, still, this slave to murder had a plan
where oft this flag of hatred stirs the wind.
Past banners Charleston carried in her state
cannot rewrite her history again.
Yet still it waves, this memory of hate.
Where stirs this flag, nine sorrows do I see.
The South’s Avenger has a change of mind:
bring down all flags that mock men’s liberty.
Let echo from all corners of our land
contempt for racists where their symbols be.
