MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE
by Michael Wolraich
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MURDER, POLITICS, AND THE END OF THE JAZZ AGE by Michael Wolraich Order today at Barnes & Noble / Amazon / Books-A-Million / Bookshop |
"This, Be Our Land"
A poem by Joe Wood
(2010)
I had a memory, of a land a'plenty
The men a'working, the women talking
I had a nightmare, the world was ending
This land was made for you and me.
I stole a hammer, to break a wall through
I built a tower, to see a sky from
I smelt the tarnish, of an aging steeple
This land was made for you and me.
As I was crying, on a desperate mid-day
I felt a puncture, a desolate hunger
I stopped the engine, I grabbed my steel-string
This land was made for you and me.
I took a picture, of the tallest building
I made a painting, of a falling airplane
I drew a number, in reflecting water
This land was made for you and me.
I laid my head back, in a rocky rapid
I fanned my fingers, in a raging windstorm
I put my feet up, on a crashing mountain
This land was made for you and me.
I saw a body, that had no clothing
I fed a baby, that wasn't smiling
I helped a lady, who wasn't beautiful
This land was made for you and me.
Walked down a highway, to lose my feeling
Counted my footsteps, to keep from dying
I bought a rifle, to kill my fearing
This land was made for you and me.
I took a corner, and drew an opening
I gathered flowers, to frame the desert
I scattered seed-lings, in a desolate meadow
This land was made for you and me.
I played a record, that gave a signal
I rode a box-car, that sang a refrain
I saw a man who, whispered a warning
This land was made for you and me.
I rode the pony, and felt the prarie
I stood in sunny, and wavy grassland
I fell asleep in, a lonely valley
This land was made for you and me.
I started singing, to see the sunset
I met the moonlight, to keep from crying
I wrote the letters, to keep from insane
This land was made for you and me.
I saw the Devil, in a million windows
I saw the Devil, in a crowded hallway
I saw the Devil, on a sunny sidewalk
This land was made for you and me.
I swore an oath to, an aging banner
I broke an engine, to save a man from
I loved a young girl, who wouldn't save me
This land was meant for you and me.