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Asbestos Sky

© E. Patrick Johnson, May, 1999

I walk through the park
The sun's on the rise
Morning air fills my lungs
Blood and bone, starves and cries
Tears fill my eyes
I know I'm bound to die
Under and asbestos sky

There's a big tin can
Over the hill
Where we slave away
And cash in our days
Another morning is broken
For the rhythm
For the life
Of a token
I know I'm bound to die
Under and asbestos sky

In the din of the hive
Where no wind can breathe life
I kick and scream for release
No wage can bring me peace
I know I'm bound to die
Under and asbestos sky