
Poetry
WORKER CHANT
By Kendel HippolyteMay 8, 20151 min read
tell dem
tell dem
that dem cars
with my blood in dem gas tanks
soon run dry
soon stop run
tell dem
tell dem
that my nerves
stretched bursting tight
on dem electric poles
soon break, soon
spark, soon
catch-a-fire
listen
to the sound of the hammer
we are building something
watch
the spade in the dirt ground
we are digging something
somebody
will be buried soon
tell dem
tell dem
is not I
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