Walter C. Edwards


Wipe It Away


Waste treatment plants,
you wipe it away from your brow,
soil on your soul,
you get down and dirty,
no mater where you go,
suck the life out of way would lads,
marching to the sounds of history,
you are free,
working just for me,
ring me up,
till I am dead and done,
Oil on your flesh,
you wipe it away from your brow,
soil on your soul,
dug a hole a mile down,
marching to the sounds of slavery.

Submitted: Friday, September 20, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013
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