​               <==== Robert L. Perkins ====>

Jeff Davis’s Last Ride


It’s been one-twenty-six years
Since you left this veil of tears,
Still, new enemies lust to feed on your bones.
And few we can find
Of any human kind
Called to action ‘neath their own gravestones.

But there’s a campus in Austin
Led by fools to exhaustion
Who surrender to PC and folly.
Now denying their past
Leaving logic aghast
They sight Davis and fire one last volley.

Yet old Jeff he’s a wonder,
Ripping reason asunder
As he’s ordered by court - cold and shameful
To mount up once more,
Just to settle the score
For the history haters and blameful.

Oh, like beauty beheld
By one who would tell
Others just what their eye must reveal.
Hark, the bigot calls out
What each one must not doubt
While he steals from you what cannot heal.

Yes, the jokes on the diner
As he feeds on the minor
Thinking this feast will bring him great pleasure.
For at the end of the conflict
Nothing’s changed, no not one whit,
Truth still stands – an unassailable treasure.

Now Jeff, pull up your bronze boots
And brush off your bronze suit
There’s a journey you’re called sure to make,
Not of honor or fame
But of multiplied shame
As an offering to “hurt-feeling’s sake”.

So away you must go
With no choice to say no,
Silent bear your disgrace and disdain.
Please make this your last ride
‘ere we’re drowned by the tide
“For Jeff Davis and the South” we proclaim!

2015 Copyright 2015 – Robert L. Perkins