I Will Raise My Voice (My first poem every publish by Tim
Hall of Struggle Magazine)
David Smith he was a good friend of mine
He worked next to me on the assembly line
He said his goal was to set man free
I won’t sell my soul to the factory
Oh yes my name is David Smith
I’ll give my life if it comes down to it
And as we worked all day long
He would softly sing this song
I will raise my voice until they hear
I will raise my voice I’ll have no fear
I will raise my voice both day and night
I will raise my voice till they see the light
After work sometimes we would go to the café
Dave would speak wonders of a better day
Capitalism is crazy with greed insane
The rich get richer the poor get pain
But the workers one day will unite
And the workers will make it right
And between drinks of domestic beer
A soft song I would hear clear
I will raise my voice until they hear
I will raise my voice I’ll have no fear
I will raise my voice both day and night
I will raise my voice till they see the light
Well Dave hated the union he hated the job
He hated the rich and he hated the mob
I don’t know who but some one did poor Dave in
When I heard I cursed and said what a sin
And when I was at the grave saying goodbye
I just couldn’t help but to cry
And as they lowered him in the ground
The wind blew a familiar sound
I will raise my voice until they hear
I will raise my voice I’ll have no fear
I will raise my voice both day and night
I will raise my voice till they see the light
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