Coal

Coal By Joe Dougherty When the mamma shook she laid them all down Under the mountain, deep in the ground All the blood and tears poured into this hole in the earth Issued forth the riches to gave a nation its birth But the Barons required a hoarder’s share indentured the miners to constant despair The weary the tattered who dare ask more bound by fear and hunger to the company store Gasp in the black dust till they’re choked dead And trade your lives for loaves of bread Brothers, uncles, fathers and sons On who’s back’s others great fortunes were won. When comes the day to fight for what’s right Tell those who will come after to follow this light Whose truths we accept a dangerous game But you can’t die form the work and still be to blame Nov 8, 2015