Twenty Nine

Twenty Nine





From deep in the bowels of Upper Big Branch Mine;

On April 5th an explosion took the life of 29.

To the Hills of WV the media was sent:

A well scripted and edited event.

The rating's soared

The true past struggle of all miners ignored.

With the media's camera's and well articulated voice;

A nation hung on every word we had no choice.

Reported 12 dead, then 15 and now 25.

The four not found a nation praying hoping they will be found alive.

The major media fell silent on that 4th day.

A game of golf and the tragic headlines magically go away.

But gone not are the tears of those miners families that await.

To hear what happened to their love ones, their final fate.

That hour looms and now is the time;

To stand up for these families, and let it be not just the number 29.

A time to hold the so called blameless, shameless, those that profit and hold

a miners life at pawn.

To strip them of their money and power, yes this is the hour it must stop it

can not go on.

Let the cries and the voice of anger come to WV with mass dedicated reason

tear down that wall.

Let the voices and the souls of the past , be heard at last, from the Matewan Massacre,

to Charleston,s governing hall.

Yes America let us lift up the family's of those 29 that fell, Pick up your pen;

Let it shatter those harden hearts of men.

Let it be a sword that wields from the left to right.

That cuts down the power that call's for profit at any price.

For 29 miners souls cries for justice let it not be in vain.

On left and right bended knee, to a merciful God lets plea,

Dear God I pray and vow that somehow, this must never happen again.





Author

Harold Heater Jr.