Truth ©2020TonyFallon0227

Truth ©2020TonyFallon0227

Growing up in Ireland a proper Irish youth
My mother always lectured us to "Tell the truth"
The man who tells the truth will be deemed most honest
And be though of as a man who keeps his promise

The truth will never hurt like if you tell a lie
Because you'll have to tell another bye and bye
If you tell one lie you must have recollection
Or eat your words in the moment of detection

If you should lie to a friend you feel some unease
If they find out from someone how do you appease?
We Catholics have the cushion of confession
if you confess there's forgiveness in one session

God may have forgave but you will soon discover
there’s no quick pardon when you lie to your mother
She may have forgiven but you will oft regret
because she'll remind you when you get her upset

Washington

Washington

Pity us; our politicians don't give a damn
Led down the slicky road they follow like a lamb
Only one has courage not even two percent
No backbone, no courage, not any common sense
A Supreme Court judge who brought disgrace to his robe
Didn't have the courage to order one legal probe
A runaway car that he should have been steering 
I am surprised he wasn't out there next day cheering
Traitors in government there is no guarantees
Next they will give away secrets to the Chinese
Joe McCarthy must be turning more in his grave
At the lack in Washington of men who are brave

TheCoalMiner©2020TonyFallon0206

TheCoalMiner©2020TonyFallon0206

When I was a teen my father said get out of this town
I do not want any of my sons working underground
So I went into the army where I'd fly a chopper
With shrapnel in my leg I could not become a copper

When I returned from the army the mine was understaffed
And I was offered a job mining coal in the main shaft 
I worked forty hours I did not have strength for overtime
It keeps food on the table and I got used to the grime

The coal produced is used to create electricity 
But also produces smog which is bad publicity
It drives steam engine trains and provides much heat for smelting
Some say we are at fault for the polar ice cap melting

Despite my father's warnings I guess mining's in my blood
We know the present danger is a cave-in or a flood
Yet on a Saturday night in the local there's much joy
With all the locals pals I grew up with as a young boy

Every day of the year I come out from that dirty hole
My hands and face covered with the dust and dirt of black coal
It clings to my hair and pores my pants and my under shirt 
And it feels like all my skin is covered with clinging dirt

My family has been down in pits for generations
We have all heard distant rumbles and felt mild vibrations 
Daily we pray we will all make out of this wretched cave
Or that death comes quickly to us all should this be our grave