Land of the Tree and the Home of the Knave

 

Here's to the State of Mississippi

For within its borders, evil draws no lines,

By researching its bloody history, countless atrocities you’ll find.

For the Confederacy still holds sway here; treason is heritage and bigotry is fine,

The calendar is lyin' when it reads the present time.

Whoa here's to every citizen you've poisoned the heart of,

Confederates find yourselves another country to be part of!

And here's to voters in Mississippi

They say liberals and centrists, don't begin to understand

While they tremble in subservience to Confederates, Neo-Nazis, and the Klan

Neither tears nor sweat can wash away the blood that stains their hands

They smile and shrug their shoulders at the cruelty of a man

So, here's to every citizen you've poisoned the heart of,

Confederates find yourselves another country to be part of!

And here's to the apologists and publicists for Mississippi

While they're prattling and preaching to Mississippians that they don't have to care

Stoking resentments and hatreds among people everywhere

And every program or policy is derived from hatefulness and despair

There's not one among them who champions equality for all anytime or anywhere

Whoa here's to every citizen you've poisoned the heart of,

Confederates find yourselves another country to be part of!

And here's to politicians in Mississippi

The spewing of bigotry and racism has resumed with a roar

Biases are blinding them to justice as they praise the days of yore

As they spin out rationales for going back to how things were before

Behind their smiles and platitudes lurk injustices by the score

Oh, here's to every citizen you've poisoned the heart of,

Confederates find yourselves another country to be part of!

And, here's to Judges in Mississippi

Who wear robes of honor as they slither into the court

They staunchly guard all bastions of the Confederacy they support

And justice is a stranger to those with whom they all consort

Minority and women’s rights to these rogues in robes always come up short

Whoa here's to every citizen you've poisoned the heart of,

Confederates find yourselves another country to be part of!

And here's to officials in Mississippi

In the swamp of their hypocrisy, justice loses round after round

And criminals are posing as law enforcement in many towns

And they hope that no one sees the sights, and no one hears the sounds

And the speeches of senators and the governor and are the ravings of clowns

Oh, here's to the democracy you've torn out the heart of

Confederates find yourselves another country to be part of!

And here's to laws in Mississippi

Congress Members condone a Confederate winning the day

While the Constitution is drowning in an ocean of decay

Liberal student voters should be blocked, I've clearly heard them say

Yes, corruption can be classic in the Confederate way

Oh, here's to the civic life you've poisoned the heart of

Confederates find yourselves another country to be part of!

And here's to the preachers in Mississippi

Once doing unto others was proclaimed to be the way

But now patriotic blue has been switched to treasonous gray

And the Good Samaritan has been thrown into the dust

Heaven only knows what sort of God Confederates trust

Oh, here's to the citizens you've poisoned the heart of

Confederates find yourselves another country to be part of!

Note: this poem is an adaptation of the Phil Ochs song: https://youtu.be/WU3o9Tl7zTk

Photo Credits:
https://www.nhregister.com/news/us/article/The-Latest-Signs-with-nooses-refer-to-13422671.php

https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/democrat-could-swipe-senate-seat-125222095.html

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