I Went Down South With A Union Flag Poem by Dan Walters

I wonder what it would be like
To stand at five yards distance
From a firing squad
Waiting to fill you up with bullets
And watch you shutter at the sound of their rifles
Knowing there is no way to escape death
I would like it to be in the chest or face
Because I want to see them be emotionless
So that I too can not feel a damn thing
This would be my ideal way to go,
If not of old age,
Accepting death as it is
Clear and unforgiving