Wednesday, June 22, 2011

On To The Next One

The Salt Of Earth These Boys
Supplied Fist Bumps And All
Forget Those Sub-Urban Kids
With Strong Southern Drawls

A Boombox For Their Voice
It Rest Upon Ones Shoulders
Mexicans Are Ones To Talk
Rolled Like A Heavy Boulders

Crushed So There's No Climbing
But It Is A Rung-Less Ladder
No Chance Of A Falling
Can't You Hear The Anger

Rustlings Over In Corona
In The Belly Of The Beast
New Cities House Them All
The Homeland Is Deceased

CK

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