MY NAME IS JOHN LENNON

MY NAME IS JOHN LENNON

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

The industrial sounds of morning

would wake a dead man from his sleep

so woman, is the child within

clanging its metal to come into this?

At least the shipyard

is keeping families fed but the annoyance

is not a quietude

and but a dream in most of our minds.

The skin my hands is worn

though yours are wrinkled from care

mine through the tortures of job.

The men say God is dead

lost faith in the good book dear Wife

but we sill stand up

for without Him, the Glorious one

we would not be fit another day.

Perhaps one day

the anointed pen in which I write

will provide a better way.

I will remove my hat from the hook

and bear down on this day

for the gratitude of my love is heavy

in a twisted life of levy.

You have balanced my heart

and for this a man can only bear homage

for toil is a blessing

when shared by the likes of family.

As the World spoils itself

and runs itself deep into the Hellish ground

I will cling to Gods mercy

the provisional King of our table.

There are no sufferings

greater than the nailed hands of Jesus

a God in love with His children.

We are blasphemes to enemies and friends

and take for granted the Truth, being

that love is all there is.

Greed blinds man, and man blinds us

the working class hero.

My name is John Lennon, and

who the fuck are you?