Stay close beside me and follow the tune <br />as you brushed away freedom with political brooms <br />and step lightly gently conforming the mass <br />in the chains that prevent them from having a past <br /> <br />Pretty boy pretty the mirrors your friend <br />the one you can trust who'll be there to the end <br />he smiles before you and watches your back <br />as the marionettes dance to the war of attack <br /> <br />Giants once walked where you find yourself now <br />the ones who created their dreams with a plough <br />with blisters that wept with the tears of their brow <br />and the knowledge of knowing they'd get there somehow <br /> <br />So sing to me tell me come dance the parade <br />say it's not about killing but how many were saved <br />and write down the stories you'll read when your old <br />when you had that one chance to be one of the bold.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-of-the-bold/
