Rolling Thunder®
All’s quiet at the Pentagon
In DC’s early light
The city’s not yet stirring
Traffic’s not quite yet a fright
The first sign is a rumble
Sounds like it might be near
Then the first bike in’s the signal
Rolling Thunder now is here
The morning goes by slowly
Motorcycles trickle in
Small groups of bikers everywhere
Each telling where he’s been
From every corner of America
The Bro.’s and sisters throng
And by ten the Pentagon’s big lot
Is a hundred thousand strong
It all began some years ago
With just a group of six
Who decided to tell Uncle Sam
They never would forget
They rode in protest to the wall
With one mind and voice and heart
And a nation stopped and noticed
Rolling Thunder had its start
Now the years have gone by swiftly
The millennium’s at a close
Every year support increased
Each May the numbers rose
With great determine every year
They gather with one thought
Ones left behind and names inscribed
Shall never be forgot
At noon the bikes roll from the lot
All rider’s thoughts are one
Half a million pipes all sing the news
Rolling Thunder has begun
They’re rolling through the DC streets
Three abreast and six miles long
To the Wall they ride one mind and heart
Two hundred thousand strong
© William G. Carrington - 5/31/1999