Song of the Old Communist by Leon Rosselson

He was one of those dogged old menWho lived in the pastTelling stories you don’t want to knowAbout how it was then, the hunger, the hardshipThe hopes and the struggles of so long agoAnd we must have looked bored,For like sparks from the cinders,His eyes glowed with anger, his words seemed to burn;He said “I will be heard, for my life is not over;I’ve something to say yet, you’ve something to