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
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