Mind of Marx Prose Words

sons

I have come from a line of Great men
and less­er men
men who lead proud and ful­fill­ing lives
and those who died before they had time
these men worked with their hands
and with their minds
strong men and smart men
lock­smiths and welders,
engi­neers and min­ers
sol­diers and sailors
grunts to com­man­ders
their blood flows through me
They were sons of Amer­i­ca
She brought them pros­per­i­ty and dis­par­i­ty
they loved her and hat­ed her
so when i die
i will be buried in her heart land
next to her might­i­est riv­er.