Grave Poem by Daniel Bowyer
Grave
This I am
The little guy against the man
Working class making waves
And when the bully comes I'll be there
I'll take every blow for you
And I wont let the bruises show
When the chips are down you can take mine
I'll give you everything i've got
Until i'm shot, So use me
I'll be your champion
And when I die scarred and beaten
I ask only this that you bury me
In an unmarked grave
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