My Wobbly Girl

My Wobbly Girl

 

My Wobbly Girl is a fine looking lass

A pretty pearl see her shine working class

My Wobbly Girl is a very good find

And her best feature is her Wobbly mind

 

My Wobbly Girl I love you

My Wobbly Girl my heart is true

We never sing the blues

Cause we always pay our dues

My Wobbly Girl I love you

 

My Wobbly Girl please promise never to part

You’ve built a tunnel deep into my heart

My Wobbly Girl workers built everything

Even the gold crown on the head of the king

 

My Wobbly Girl I love you

My Wobbly Girl my heart is true

We never sing the blues

Cause we always pay our dues

My Wobbly Girl I love you

 

My Wobbly Girl the whole world is ours to share

My Wobbly Girl your love always pays fair

My Wobbly Girl you have courage so brave

You’ll fight with all your might to free the wage slave

 

My Wobbly Girl I love you

My Wobbly Girl my heart is true

We never sing the blues

Cause we always pay our dues

My Wobbly Girl I love you

 

My Wobbly Girl I want you to be my wife

My Wobbly Girl I offer you all my life

I promise never to treat you less than me

My Wobbly Girl we’ll have a Wobbly family

 

My Wobbly Girl I love you

My Wobbly Girl my heart is true

We never sing the blues

Cause we always pay our dues

My Wobbly Girl I love you  

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Barry No Moore

 Barry No Moore

 

School boy infatuation

Lost over a Richard M. Nixon rubber mask

Stretching the prominent nose

Flabbergasted at the elastic recoil upon release

A metaphor on life

Norma called

In a round about diplomacy she declared

Our comrade Barry is dead

He’s better off was the diagnosis

WTF?

Was Kissinger correct in his fascist arrogance?

Masturbating in lustful ego and influence

Time Magazine stained in the White House bathroom

Tricky Dick and Sticky Dick

Here’s a suggestion in memory of our dearly love departed

Herd together the entire collection of despots

And their spineless cohorts whispering sweet nothings of vile

No true warrior celebrates glory in death

Unless their humanity has been X’d

Like John Chivington and his cousin in killing Custard

Take a group Polaroid

After it is fully developed in techno color

Strike a match and set it ablaze

Just cause you can

Use claws of justice to shred the smug mocking mask

Of the sinister superior Nietzsche charged super man

Observe a tormented toddler

Wounded beyond point of view

Never to comprehend

The most precious words

I love you

Like Barry would pronounce

But no longer

He is fading fast into forgetfulness

Unless in irony in future days of radiant glory

Inquiring minds come across this pome

English a vanquished dead language

Babylon banished

Tyre toppled

And all the proponents of genocide meager ashes

The darkening of the face of humanity washed clean

As we pronounce bold words in caution

We walked the winding way once before

Of whom Barry was one

Demand in meekness

No more

May all wars cease

Then Barry

You may rest in peace

One you participated to create

Where Love rules over hate

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Poet To The Poor

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Four Men from the Hay Market

Four Men from the Hay Market

May 4, 1886: Haymarket Tragedy

 

Four men

Who defied unjust laws

Four men

Who fought for our cause

Four men

Condemned to die

The damning testimony

From witnesses being paid to lie

 

Four men

Hoods over their head

Four men

Soon to be dead

Four men

From the gallows an angry word

If your listen real hard

Their voices can be heard

 

Albert Parsons

August Spies

Adolph Fischer

George Engel

 

Four men like you and I

Truth be said

The rich men are glad they are dead

As is the state

Full of contempt and hate

But that truth I deny

 

George Engel

Adolph Fischer

August Spies

Albert Parsons

 

Four men

They are alive and well

Four men their story we tell

Four men

Slaughtered in an angry rage

Will live into every age

They are alive upon this page

 

The battle for a just Earth

The fight for what is right

No matter how we suffer or hurt

We won’t bow down to their might

 

I curse you cowards hiding behind a wall

I curse you cowards seeking to take it all

Your evil dreams and wicked schemes

Are not as powerful as it seems

For men will fight be they great or small

And we shall answer

To those four men who still call

 

This is the message that we hear

Resonating eternally clear

We are not slaves but forever free

And we have a right to live decently

 

Four men who fought for all men

Let the battle rage once again

What do we have to lose but our pain

And everything to gain 

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I Will Raise My Voice

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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Piggy, Piggy, Piggy

Piggy, Piggy, Piggy

 

Piggy, piggy, piggy nice and fat

Fine overcoat a black top hat

Goes to the theatre looking so fine

See the whole farm wish it was mine

 

Piggy, piggy, piggy eats his feed

Gobbles on up more than he does need

Only thinks about fat number one

Won’t be nothing left when he’s done

 

Piggy, piggy, piggy wants some more

Got a wife, a mistress and a whore

It is very hard to fill the cup

When you can’t keep the gosh darn thing up

 

Piggy, piggy, piggy has no friend

People are just a means to an end

Darkness lives inside of his black soul

His only dream is complete control

 

Piggy, piggy, piggy speaks with lies

Never tells the truth, he never tries

Changes his story to fit the times

Never admits to his evil crimes

 

Piggy, piggy, piggy slaughter day

So much evil now it’s time to pay

Piggy, piggy, piggy time to stop

You’ll really make a nice pork chop

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