Mines of Death
the mines of death the miners knew,
black in the face the workers too,
too many years of underground,
sweat for the masters' dollar go round,
and death got paid his due,
good ol coal miner, you!
in blackness never found,
coal covered in the mound,
awaiting till,
resurrection,
dill ...
re: Black Diamond Night Poet ~ Destroyer...
Don
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2012
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