WolfLarsen
04-25-2007, 10:21 AM
Blue Collar Workers Are the Gods that Created Civilization
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The word hope is as huge and as great as the sun roaring over the world, our hands – workers’ hands – have built the endless civilizations shining across the earth through the millenniums, our hands can hold books and the words can bath us, our hands can grab and embrace workers of other colors and nations and sexual preferences with a love that flows like the October Revolution across the centuries, a sea of hands, an ocean of white brown and black – waves and waves of workers splashing all over history creating a new world that is ours
Copyright 2005 by Wolf Larsen
A poem by Wolf Larsen
The word hope is as huge and as great as the sun roaring over the world, our hands – workers’ hands – have built the endless civilizations shining across the earth through the millenniums, our hands can hold books and the words can bath us, our hands can grab and embrace workers of other colors and nations and sexual preferences with a love that flows like the October Revolution across the centuries, a sea of hands, an ocean of white brown and black – waves and waves of workers splashing all over history creating a new world that is ours
Copyright 2005 by Wolf Larsen