Hm. Nes

Rookie - 45 Points (April 11,1960 / Plainview, Texas)

You Can'T Trust A Nigger With A Gun - Poem by Hm. Nes

The graves we dug in the pourin' rain
With enemy fire still a comin' down.
The mud so deep, feared I might be drowned
And laid 'side them who was done with pain.

And the thunder rolled,
And a baby cried,
And a soldier cried,
But I's feelin' bold.

Said: 'Yanks I'll shoot jus' cause they's down here.'
'Cept muskets waren't meant for colored men
Who's fit to dig but not to dig in-
To save our homes, all that we hold dear.

And the thunder rolled,
And a baby cried,
And a soldier cried,
But I's feelin' bold.

A gun I grabs from the Union dead;
'Twas loaded and cocked and good to fire.
I's aimed and fixin' to vent my ire
When a bullet exploded in my head.

And the voice of a Reb who knew me said:
'You can't trust a nigger with a gun;
'For sure, he'll shoot his Massah and run.'

And the thunder rolled,
And a baby cried,
And a soldier cried,
And so's I died.

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Comments about You Can'T Trust A Nigger With A Gun by Hm. Nes

  • Rookie Andrew mark Wilkinson (5/22/2008 3:18:00 AM)

    Fantastic civil war write here Hm, Just brilliant... Andy 10 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 22, 2008

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 27, 2009


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