I am from the land of the long-leaf pine,
The summer land where the sun doth shine;
Where chains are wrapped on bats and tires
And where the mean-spirited are ever-admired.
I am from the conquests of others;
Where my fortified walls are acquired.
Of the fortress’ grey farms I rise
Into a character that many do despise.
I am from guilt until proven innocent
From crisp ashes of the arrogant.
I rise with my grey brick walls
To stand fast against an August fall.
I am from warriors and traitors.
I have grown fond and I have hated.
I am of betrayal and shock;
Yet here I am, and here I shall walk.