Joe Jencks

Who Will Speak For Me

from The Forgotten

Do you remember a time

When chimneys rose so tall

Over every crossroads town

There were jobs for one and all

The politicians couldn’t wait

To shake each calloused hand

By the midnight factory gate

Praising the working woman and man

Who will speak for, speak for me

Who will speak for, speak for you

Who will stand for, stand for me

Who will stand for, stand for you

Like a house long neglected

Our lives have fallen away

Those who lined their pockets with our votes

Have nothing helpful to do or to say

No, it’s take from this to give to that

And bleed the cupboard bare

They spit the future our your face

And leave us hanging by a prayer

Like a dream drowned in silence

We are prisoners of our fears

While those who left us dangling

Hold steady jobs all year

You can shake their hand or shake your fist

But time will not be stayed

Like factories gone to ruin

Like shadows on parade

Like a fighter hit too often

We are dazed down to the floor

But think before you count us out

We’ve come back from worse before

And those who bought and sold us

Down the river of our hope

Will live to see the day they beg

For jobs and not for votes

Who will speak for, speak for me

Who will speak for, speak for you

Who will stand for, stand for me

Who will stand for, stand for you

You will speak for, speak for me

I will speak for, speak for you

You will stand for, stand for me

I will stand for, stand for you

© Si Kahn, Joe Hill Music ASCAP

updated: 2 months ago