Black Gold of Texas and Coal

Beating drums calling

brave soldiers falling

too young to know

fat politicians are home

eating prime rib and ladies

while blood and guts spew

like rivers of Black Gold

to the delight of Texans.

Ah, the Black Gold of Texas and coal.

 

Come hither, tender one

I know you were told

to beware of strangers,

But I am your trusted companion

I am your conscience

your government and destiny

who will lead you, someday

to peace and the new Comstock Load.

 

There is no room for your mind

or your mother.

There is no time to stop hate now,

my Brother.

Can you not hear the beating drums call?

Are you too young a soldier to know?

 

Beating drums calling

brave soldier falling

not too young to die, now you know:

Fat politicians home

eating prime rib and ladies

while blood and guts spew

like rivers of Black Gold

to the delight of Texans.

Ah, the Black Gold of Texas and coal.

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About memoirpoet

I've been faking it as a writer for more than 30 years. Keep that low.
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