We'll Never Be Back the Same Again         

                 --for Poor Bob

By Rudolph Lewis  

1984 came & went

we didn’t feel a thing: we thought they

were just playing. They weren’t.

But we steady rolling night & day

The trains keep rolling up to the station

The cattle cars are not in vain. In vain.

They wont stop. No one will block

the road. We'll roll night  & day.

We can’t stop the rolling

wringing our hands like a prisoner

never satisfied. The sun keeps on

rolling, on rolling  our time away

Who’s hanging from that tree? It’s me!

They got us rolling day & night

I went to the mountain: it rolls away.

posted 13 January 2006