Mississippi Prom
Hard rains fell
That thunder rolled
I see that cloud's still here
It's keeping the shade damp and cold
Need a little sun to appear
I'm frozen in my kitchen chair
The moment's holding me
It's ten- fifteen on the radio
There's a school in Mississippi
Where that strange old fruit
In the poplar trees
Is still looking
For a grave
Weatherman be kind
Weatherman be strong
For the Mississippi prom
Conversations for bitter tongues
The words those kids must know
We can eat the fruit of pesticides
We can watch the weeds that'll grow
Writer/s: MARK BERUBE
