Follow Me!

Bakers, immigrants, workers,
The day has come for you.
 like a ship emerged from rough waters
you will also hold the glory of the sky blue.

Go and dig for your sorrows
 for all they should feel is 6 feet of soil,
worms will consume them,

and you will breathe only that air;
that air which is fair,
fair in gesture and in act
in act that liberates your back from knots,
this air will hold the cure
no more dirty 6am’s to conjure!

So, come and sail for me this ship,
The rough waters will support us on this trip.