Up there

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Atlantic City, NJ, Dec., 1971

Up there

By Vladimir Huber

Try and you will make it.
Your ancestors did it,
so, you too.
You got to be on top,
remember where you are from.
Don’t kill a tradition,
no matter what.
They will look at you
and ask you how.
They will walk at your side
and say it loud.
On top, you will be served.
But remain there my boy,
‘cause they will all give you
truly love,
as long as you remain
with the eagles.