There’s a Stone in My Back

Chain Gang Street Sweepers, 1909

We were green and yellow.
We were on the edge.
We straddled the line.
We were the fears of the future.
We were stronger than steel.
Sister, there’s a stone in my back.

We ate the cardboard sidewalk.
We drank the bottles dry.
We chased the beautiful.
We bullied the rest.
We robbed ourselves our sense.
Cousin, there’s a stone in my back.

We saw our parents die.
We saw the land flood.
We felt age seep through our children.
Our minds are full of song.
Our hearts are full of light.
Mother, why is there a stone in my back?

Copyright 2015 Digestible Ink

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Photo from:Unattributed (sexe1) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

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