As I cycle along
In the dazzling gruelling heat of noon,
Braving the harsh opposite wind,
I feel that the road has suddenly become black mire
Steadily sucking in the bike Bought on instalments
As I cycle along
I thank God a thousand times
That I could not be bought off for a scooter
Plus petrol allowance Nor sold off for stacks of newspaper waste.
While cycling I am reminded of
Comrade Vidya Ratan Who for the communist party stage
Would celebrate his bike, in a long poem
He had no arms –
I’ve not heard of him for ages
And when out of nowhere
A car overtakes me
I swear and curse in a fit of class hatred
While cycling
I feel that
I am not alone
Twenty million cyclists of this great motherland are with me
The factory workers
The high and mighty clerks
The pedlars The students And even the bicycle thieves
While cycling I take my country forward
While cycling I sharpen my class consciousness.
While cycling I push on still further and further in this last phase of world capitalism.
While cycling I wonder what the pedestrians think of me.
Tiu must record this with full music.
Ha! That's what I was writing while this was posting! I'm glad I'm not the only one to see this!
Sure.i will record this
Yes yes yes. I love this poem. I want to put it to The Internationale, or some new, equally heart-uplifting song that make us cry. A few tweaks in structure to create a chorus... hmm. I am no song maker, but if anyone wants to collaborate, I'm down to give feedback.
Maybe you already have music, since you do say it's a song, not a poem. By the uplifting nature of it. YES FOR ALL CYCLISTS
Yeah bro..its a song not a peom.nd thanks for apreciating
Poems are just songs without music, eh?
Thats a fact