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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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 

GREAT BOOK OF SONG LYRICS

The Big Book Of Song Lyrics, Check It Out!!

A Poem For Norman Morrison by Tim Hall

A Poem For Norman Morrison by Tim Hall

(For Norman Morrison, North American who burned himself

 to death outside the Pentagon, in protest of the war in Vietnam)

by Tim Hall

Among cures, among blessings,

among prayers and sweet plans,

among children dreaming nuclear dreams,

             he comes burning.

Among ducks, among blossoms,

in happiness at breakfast,

in fields and in cathedrals,

             he comes burning.

Over sirens, over Autumn,

over broadcasts, and wires, and numbers,

over rivers of money and marble,

             he comes burning.

Over passions, over lights,

over roads and oppressive governors,

over children forgetting the alphabet,

              he comes burning.

Past griefs, past elements,

past stars and green crystals,

past crises, and questions, and wishes of dust,

             he comes burning.

Still further, past airplanes, and objects,

past families exploding in unison,

past quarrels and innumerable white answers,

             he comes burning.

Between a man and his heart,

between a woman and her soul,

between a child and his kindnesses,

             he comes burning.

Below offerings and incense,

below the humblest starvation,

below a breath and a gasp,

             he comes burning.

Deeper, below relics and frights,

below drowning performed without a message,

below the deepest buried man in the world,

             he comes burning.

Among masses, he comes burning.

Among mornings, and evenings, and hopes.

Among delicate people contemplating revolution,

             he comes burning.

He comes to the end, where he blooms like a flower.

He burns words, and appeals, and eyelids.

To the soul whose beliefs are ready to flower,

             he comes burning.

Tim Hall is the editor of Struggle Magazine. He is a Marxist-Leninist. He also published my first poem for which I'll be eternally grateful.

Communism has been greatly smeared and misrepresented. I encourage you to investigate Struggle Magazine as it is a great literary work. In a world where poetry has lost it's meaning Struggle Magazine is strong voice for the working class.

http://strugglemagazine.net