WHILE WE LOOK AWAY FROM DIXIE LAND

It seems that down in the land of cotton  
Past lynchings and rapes have been forgotten  
Flags wave proud as symbols of hate
Over Civil War graves of forgotten fates  
Jails fill up with young black dreams  
Racist bureaucrats still ignore their screams  

While we look away, look away; from Dixie Land  

Boldness grows at each passing season  
Hateful traditions continue for no reason  
Blacks run down because of inherited color  
An ancient blood feud stirs anger white brothers  
Gun stockpiles are filled by bigoted men  
As they wait for a racial war to begin  

While we look away, look away; from Dixie Land  

Conservative cries of democratic treason  
Fox News stokes the fire of ignorant reason  
There are separate proms and stupid illicit alibis  
The black boogieman stalks the dances they cry  
In truth miscegenation is their overall fear  
They corrupt their daughters to keep them near  
Blacks belong separate like the animals in the field 
50 years after Birmingham and still they won't yield  

While we look away, look away; from Dixie Land  

A white girl boldly dresses in a confederate flag
She gets angry because the blacks get so mad  
George Wallace's words are shown in her fervor  
"Segregation now, tomorrow; and forever!"  
History is forgotten and hope lies in repose  
As the black death toll rises and everyone knows  
Murdered black children are shot for causing strife 
Still in Dixie there is no cost for the loss of black life  

While we all look away, look away; from Dixie Land  

Confederate ghosts scream warnings of the Dixie long gone  
Reminding us all about what comes from these wrongs:  
Dixie!  Sweet Dixie!  We have been here before!  
We gave up our lives but still you ignore!  
Racism is a viper that eats at the soul  
It swallows; it turns, as it devours you whole  
Remember the lives shed in this land of cotton  
The blood stained grounds that you have forgotten  
Take down that flag and remember the South  
Remember what sacrifice and glory is about  
Trouble is rising and the Lord's judgment will stand...

While you look away, look away; from Dixie Land

© 2013 Eddie Phillips