Let Vindice Be Aided by Me - PART II

By Joan Hough

Let now be the Confederate hour,
Let now be ours the power,
Let us force truth from mouths of government liars,
Let’s light their conscience with heaven’s own fires,
Let us make the people of the world aware,
that Confederates’ truths fill the air.

No matter their races or high places,
let national party controllers
and financial high rollers
fall flat on their Socialist faces,
And remain where they should and they will
“till truth their mouths and their pens do fill.

Let Saint Lincoln revealed be as one forsworn,
A dark angel again reborn,
Guilty of perjury was he, with lips smiling with glee
and tongue dripping lie after lie,
when he and his Marxist-Radical Republicans
made a Republic roll over and die.

Let honesty be a “born again” storm,
centered northeast,
in the land, where slave trade was American born,
‘twas born under the stars and under the stripes,
Not under the stars and the cross,
It began in the land where the Yankee was boss.

Now let truth be reborn in
Lincoln’s Republican land
where under white sails on big clipper ships,
Yankees set forth
To bring home to joyful New Englanders
and their kin, the black gold of human skin.

Think this not true?
Then pray seek honest history,
Please do. Learn the truth.
Learn that Yankees took those slaves
And placed them, some as servants in homes of Yankee “Lords,”
But most in cold, dark, dreary factories and even colder graves.

Learn that in the 20th century
Slaves’ graves were found buried on a Yankee Plantation site
hidden in the center of New York City, New York.