SONS OF 53

 

I heard a story

Long ago

About a place

Where men would go

 

Hidden by walls

And gates of steel

They made a life

They kept it real

 

Some stayed there

Much too long

Some went home

To wine and song

 

The men still here

Hold their own

They survive long

Just flesh and bone

 

To outsmart time

And see the door

You must walk tall

This concrete floor

 

So tip your hat

If you should see

The men who are

The Sons of 53

 

  • The sons of 53 are still not free
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