gonna march barefoot on Washington,
with what i got left on my back.
gonna stand on the steps,
take off my hat,
and tell then that common folks
are still about!
gonna sing them a song about working,
something they dont know much about!
show them a picture of my house and family,
a picture's all that's left.
gonna hand them a dollar bill,
make them read,
'in God we trust'...
ask them what this god looks like!
gonna, gonna, gonna!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
for all the displaced working people of America!