There is no God in Mississippi

By Grant McLaughlin

There ain't no God in Mississippi.

If there ever was, 
He left with the scores of 
dead Native Americans and 
African Slaves!

Dead people lie six feet below
the yazoo clay that shifts,
breaking up the roads that 
never seem to get fixed.

This land is fixed in 1864;
symbols of a fallen Nation corner
the flag with red hate and pride.

All good men died, strung up
in the trees and drowned by 
the creek.

God doesn't live here anymore.
There's no God in Mississippi.