“Honor and learn from the blood trees. Don’t cut them down.”
The Blood Trees
9.2.2017
Freedom believers
Oppressive deceivers
Alive
Now dead
Lives taken
Where battles for freedom once led
On a field of death
On a field of bloodshed
Soaked the earth
Soaked the flag
Seven stripes, now blood red
The field recovered
Used the blood to grow trees
Every leaf in the fall
A soul that it frees
Now life from the death
Blood trees in the field
Blood trees they now yield
To honor the freedom
Fought for in the field
Some fought for our freedom
Some fought for themselves
Need to honor the heavens
And remember the hells
Don’t cut down the trees
For they represent
Sacrifices for freedom
From oppression hell-bent
Don’t cut down the trees
For they represent
The angels from heaven
And the demons hell sent
From the wind through branches
Hear their stories
Take heed
You’ll find that they bleed
Failure to remember
As history commands
Leaves lessons unlearned
And their blood on your hands
Careful where you tap
Learn from the blood-rich sap
What some stood to do
Revolvers, sabers and boots
Held together by confederate glue
Blood from veins to roots
Died to separate from unity
Learn from their souls
Trapped in the blood trees
Careful where you tap
Honor the blood-rich sap
Some stood for you
Revolvers, sabers and boots
Some died for you
Blood from veins to roots
Died so we could be free
In memoriam
Honor their souls
Red stripes of the blood trees
Souls freed
Every fallen leaf
From the blood trees