Stone Mountain should die today. Tomorrow would be fine. But that raft of traitors eulogized, defaced Would remedy an abuse of time. The betrayers that love it still Are awash from the American current. The tattoo of turncoats on that hill Long abuse our country's spirit. Stone Mountain must die fast and sound By dynamite, acid, or hammer. That sad rock knows its whole bestrewn Will solve shame to God that raised it. It was granite first, bigoted statement second An emblem of lawless, unresolved Reconstruction. The stone cries out: Fuel the worst in men? Release me now, come fast my full destruction.