Scalawulf
What!
Barnes Governor
Loud weeping, hair out pulled,
Script followed, which
Journal and Constitution
Him bade.
Former fumbling foundling
Overthrew Bubbas
To glee howls of scribblers,
Flag riddle unlocked.
Stealthy, stalking sty ward
Committee and folkmoot
Made bleat for shame.
Waxed under Buckhead
'Til that him all folk round-sitting
Flag win yielded.
That was good Scalawag
Once
in yore days,
Zell the Miller, fame-keen,
Win and wisdom bootless sought
Feelings fathomed, mind's mood up wound,
Soul-depths ransacked, word-saw wielded,
Inroads made
Oft
skalks skulking
Those grimful ghosts, Bubbas highten,
Kenned not their loaf-wards,
Spurned their betters,
Back answered, threw up earth wall,
Stood Miller thwart over: blades wide sprang,
Left him long in idle wheel-spin
That
was years ago,
Then Barnes Governor came to law's hall,
Hated banner down to haul,
Law-crafty man, long a wheeler,
- liberal elder was -
Capital end ran,
Followers together timbered, sweet words spilling,
High-minded word-flood opened,
screws down tightened,
Tree limbs from under Bubbas off sawed,
Then fell on fiendish foes Barnes and all his witan
In the great town too busy to hate
Lawmakers
fell out,
folkways and flag forsook
So
strode Barnes to struggle's outcome
Builder of better burghers, new world warder
So shall New South man good works in bring
And show in all henceforthness,
How state-ways break folkways
February
8, 2001
Joseph R. Stromberg is a frequent contribution to LewRockwell.com,
a weekly columnist for Antiwar.com,
and is the JoAnn B. Rothbard Historian in Residence at the Ludwig
von Mises Institute.
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© 2001 LewRockwell.com
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