They’re marching…across the heartland
A heart no longer pumping blood…but bile
Vile and contemptible, the raw sewage of
Human depravity…fetid upon the plains
Late at night, as stars that once entertained
The aspirations of Pyramidal slaves remain
Locked in a celestial, cosmic grandstand
They walk on feet with crushed and missing toes
Bent and twisted backs holding proud heads aloft
Shattered souls and growling stomachs groan in sympathy
Pleading eyes give rise to trembling, parched lips
Stumps, where stout legs and strong arms, wore workman’s boots
Or wiped forever sweating brows in hellish textile mills
Are carried aloft by sinewy men and women
Their deceased declarations revived by the unprovoked attack
On their proud legacy. Burned, Crushed, Blinded, Deafened
Black lunged men from the bowels of the earth
Men, forged in steel, flimflammed of the meager fruits of their labor
Women, fleeced on the loom or sentenced to dateless, mundane drudgery
Armed with the memories of exhausted, tear stained nights
And “I gotta make it just one more day” tomorrows
Their furrowed, fatigued, faces moving closer
Ever closer, to your state, to your town, their cries will ring out
And all shall remember…The Men and Women…Who Built America
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