The Train Ride From Hell

Jack Micheline


I look at the faces
and lift my head
above the roar
only the vision
the smile
the knowledge
few men know
I salute you rebel
born rebel
above factories
above the whips of dead men
above cemeteries
lets sing to the flower
here on earth
wherever it may be
I sing to the flower
in the jailhouse full of blues
in the coffin without courage
I sing to you
you who never forget to smile
no matter how hard
no matter how your fist
clenched in anger
you smiled at me
that was the flame
for I am richer than
all the moneybags in heaven
I sing for you
a flower
rebel of choice
I sing to you


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