The Lord Loves Rock and Roll
gives life to the soul
so play on drums of old
tell the story of Rock and Roll
born on the brow of sweat and toil
in the bayou's and cotton fields sacred soil
a sound honed from misery and despair
to rapture the burdened with utmost care
breaking the chains of sinful restraint
all the lies slave masters paint
a resonate spirit ablaze, her rebellious echo
tearing down walls, like those of Jericho
the carnage and misery of souls bought and sold
gave birth to the rythym of Rock and Roll
breast fed by her mother, sweet sister blues
as Father Gospel sang heavenly news
the violence of brutality and murderous rage
suffers the heart at any age
somgs of freedom ring the unholy toll
The Lord Loves Rock and Roll...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A really fantastic poem, with a beautiful flow. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, The Crow Is Coming.