<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576342" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Folk Singer</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">His guitar hangs off of His neck<br>Like a tire on a rusty rim<br>Wooden rust, wind and dust<br>Rusty strings echoing a million voices<br>A hundred years old and underground<br>Dance beneath His calloused fingers.<br>Dance beneath the diamond sky<br>He is here to save us, though His knees buckle <br>Under the weight of His guitar<br>And His conscience.<br>He moans once, <br>And hollers at the facists that they are bound to lose, <br>All you fascists bound to lose<br>And then He starts strumming hard<br>Like it is our only salvation</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And it might be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Patrick+O%27Reilly">Patrick O'Reilly</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=576342" data-title="The Folk Singer de Patrick O'Reilly" data-description="His guitar hangs off of His neck Like a tire on a rusty rim Wooden rust, wind and dust Rusty strings echoing a million voices A hundred years old and underground Dance beneath His calloused fingers. Dance beneath the diamond sky He is here to save..."></div> </div> </div>

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