Again we cry,
Why? Senseless death, violating
The belief you claim.
Again we cry,
Why? Senseless death, violating
The belief you claim.
An ancient graveyard.
Monuments and markers tell
Tales of family.
One leaf bud breaking,
new horizons unfolding.
Springs emerging day.
Pointing your finger,
Placing blame where it belongs!
Looking in mirrors.
American life,
Where even poor seem rich, free,…
But not for dreamers!
All is not right today,
With a world where children pass away,
While we to mourn must stay.
Where has my muse gone?
In the climate of the times,
she’s departed for other climes!
Wash the dust and grime,
traces of a life of labor,
mining, farming, laying track,
tell me what you see then,
when you wash the dust and grime,
from my hands, from my face.
Straighten my bent, stooped back,
bent in a life of labor,
hauling coal, harvesting, toting rail,
let me look you in the eye,
when you straighten my bent, stooped back,
from a life of labor.
Open and loosen gnarled, misshapen hands,
grasping, clutching, in all weather,
pick, hoe, shovel, sledge, or hammer,
Families divided,
time, place, actions, faith,
life out of balance!