political song
Bring Out Your Dead
Bring Out Your Dead
bring out your dead, that's what the collector said,
in a barrel or a box, with or without a pair of socks,
no one shall cry, not interested in where or why
the teacher should never stop learning,
young hearts should never stop yearning
Roll up the streets, can't take those rhythmic beats,
Shut the city down, the senator is a part time clown,
fight the winless fight, keeping low below the light
reaching out to the weary and fallen,
hoping you hear them all callin'
I can't remember when I knew just what was going on
seems I have lost my connection
praying that soon the guilty well be gone
it's time to change, my direction
pull your bootstraps up, on the corner with a paper cup,
dig deeper down, hold your chin up, refuse to frown,
show them all your grit, refusing to ever quit
the schemers will never stop scheming
the dreamers should never stop dreaming
Gomer LePoet
A great song if I'm not mistaken Gomer?? It reads like one to me anyway !! Enjoyed this very much tank you......Kind regards.......Steve.
A real good poem, Gomer. I especially liked th two closing lines.
Great poem, yes dreamers should never stop dreaming, yours are becoming true , thank you for share.