These two men died with a rope dangling
Them from a tree
Like they were ******* in southern
Captivity.
Why could they not make labor day in May?
The proper way to commemorate a life
Is on the day the life changed history.
These two men, they died
And history for all workers was the same
For all are now scorched by hate
That torch those who bears Afric's name.
They died manacled to their dreams
Coffled to our history
They died to change the workers lot
To put more food in starving pots
They died, and with them died
The movement's greatest pride.
Categories:
coffled, on work and working,
Form: Rhyme
Bankers from their benches to cicumvent in webs
Anxieties of the dwindling bread in vicious schemes
Nation-states invent, becomes by promise celebs
Kindled on uncrowned hearts, now dries up dreams.
Ensnared we ponder at reforming this global art
Reviling old landscapes and phantoms of magic lust
Servile greed has coffled all to the stagnancy of trust
Categories:
coffled, business, political,
Form: Acrostic