BIG flat bed trucks, with their cold flags
snaping in the air, their eyes are full of
hate, and their hands are waiting for the
next civil war, .
BIG flat bed trucks, with their dogs in the
back, they teach the dog to bite, then give
the dog a beer.
BIG flat bed trucks, with their guns loaded,
and ready to go, theres a sighn on their
door, of a man from the KKK.
BIG flat bed truck, will soon run out of gas.
Awesome piece...so well depited, David..The cold flags flappin', i could invision one coming right on down an empty highway, my car stalled.& the sound of the big dog honking as it doesen/t budge from its head-on position...nice write, David FRANK/FJR...PS>BRING BACK FITZ...REVAMP THE VERSIONS...FILL ME IN ON THE INSIDE TRACK BEHIND& LETS COLLABORATE ON I PASSAGE TOGETHER...WHAT THINK YOU?
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I would like to translate this poem
All about the South. Fly those flags high boys! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
yeah, The south will rise again!