The little worker ants, Tuned in to have, Their little souls calmed.Only to find misinformation and incrimination, Instead of prayers for the hurting, Their little brains became scrambled.Mystification reined in their thoughts, Which only brought on hatred, Fueled by their confusion.No longer did they love their neighbor, For they were different, And did not fit… Read More The Worker Ants 009
The little worker ants, Made their plans, filled the tank. Phoned for reservations, packed clean underwear, Pulled the kids from school and gasped with excitement.The orange god was to be ordained! The ultimate supreme ruler, the best of the absolute best, The big kahuna, the head honcho, Yes, the omniscient, omnipotent ruler of the land.All… Read More The Little Worker Ants 008
All the little worker ants, Would wait with bated breath. To see the newest offering, Of their orange cheese puff deity. A gold coin? An autographed guitar? Trading cards? A swatch of his suit? And, oh glory be! An autographed bible! Bills went unpaid, Food was not bought, Pocket change set aside, All to procure… Read More The Little Worker Ants 007
Tune, “Sweet Bye and Bye.” Long-haired preachers come out every night, Try to tell you what’s wrong and what’s right; But when asked how ’bout something to eat They will answer with voices so sweet; Chorus You will eat, bye and bye. In that glorious land above the sky; Work and pray, live on hay.… Read More THE PREACHER AND THE BARE FACTS by Joe Hill
Tune, “Rainbow.” We want all the workers in the world to organize Into a great big union grand And when we all united stand The world for workers we’ll demand If the working class could only see and realize What mighty power labor has Then the exploiting master class It would soon fade away. Chorus… Read More WHAT WE WANT by Joe Hill
Tune, “Count Your Blessings.” An employment shark one day I went to see, And he said, “Come in and buy a job from me, Just a couple o’ dollars for the office fee, But the job is steady and the fare is free.” ChorusCount your pennies, count them, one by one, And you’ll plainly see… Read More COFFEE AND by Joe Hill
Tune, “Tramp, Tramp, Tramp, the Boys Go Marching. If you all will shut your trap, I will tell you ’bout a chap, That was broke and up against it, too, for fair; He was not the kind that shirk, He was looking hard for work. But he heard the same old story everywhere. Chorus:Tramp, tramp,… Read More THE TRAMP by Joe Hill
THE OLD TOILER’S MESSAGEAir: “Silver Threads Among the Gold.” “Darling, I am growing old” — So the toiler told his wife — Father Time the days have tolled Of my usefulness in life. Just tonight my master told me He can’t use me anymore. Oh, my darling, do not scold me. When the wolf comes… Read More THE OLD TOILER’S MESSAGE
I had a job once threshing wheat. Worked sixteen hours with hands and feet, And when the moon was shining bright, They kept me working all the night. One-moonlight night — I hate to tell, I accidently slipped and fell: My pitchfork went right in between Some cog wheels in the thresh machine. Chorus —… Read More TA-RA-RA-BOOM-DEE-AY by Joe Hill
The little worker ants, That puff their chests out, And speak of social injustice, In unearned honor and importance.Pronounce that they represent the folks back home. The foolish that cast their votes in ignorance, Driven to a lie-filled, fearful frenzy, That became hatred and malice.While all the while, their true intentions, Hidden in lies and… Read More The Worker Ants 006
Ramblings of an Old Coot 