I was barely thirteen… (2/3)

I was barely thirteen when the company man

Tried to dig my daddy’s grave

It happened on a French owned tanker ship

Spilling poison in the Galveston Bay

Well, the liquid fire filled his lungs and his eyes

Silenced any mortal cries

Cold in the grip of death’s stinging pain

He fought like hell to keep the wolves away

Written by Kim_Johnson

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