Rolling Thunderģ

 

Allís quiet at the Pentagon

In DCís early light

The cityís not yet stirring

Trafficís not quite yet a fright

The first sign is a rumble

Sounds like it might be near

Then the first bike inís the signal

Rolling Thunder now is here

 

The morning goes by slowly

Motorcycles trickle in

Small groups of bikers everywhere

Each telling where heís been

From every corner of America

The Bro.ís and sisters throng

And by ten the Pentagonís 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 millenniumís 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 riderís thoughts are one

Half a million pipes all sing the news

Rolling Thunder has begun

Theyíre rolling through the DC streets

Three abreast and six miles long

To the Wall they ride one mind and heart

Two hundred thousand strong