I am getting older, in the usual way. And, yes, I am starting to wear purple. This has been your warning.
“You feel tough with your assault rifles and your sticks. You should be standing here with us. You’re on the wrong side of history.”
“John Lewis said make good trouble… that means make trouble on behalf of democracy.”
“You feel tough with your assault rifles and your sticks. You should be standing here with us. You’re on the wrong side of history.”
“John Lewis said make good trouble… that means make trouble on behalf of democracy.”
By tomorrow’s sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke,
Out of respect for his hangman’s cloak.
By tomorrow’s sun would be struck and gone.
So we gave him way, and no one spoke,
Out of respect for his hangman’s cloak.
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another’s grief
At the Hangman’s hand was our relief.
On a man who came from another land.
And we breathed again, for another’s grief
At the Hangman’s hand was our relief.
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
“He who serves me best,” said he,
“Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree.”
And he gave us a riddle instead of reply:
“He who serves me best,” said he,
“Shall earn the rope on the gallows-tree.”
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead;
Till one cried: “Hangman, who is he
For whom you raise the gallows-tree?”
We passed those eyes of buckshot lead;
Till one cried: “Hangman, who is he
For whom you raise the gallows-tree?”
Who the criminal, what the crime,
The Hangman judged with the yellow twist
Of knotted hemp in his busy fist.
Who the criminal, what the crime,
The Hangman judged with the yellow twist
Of knotted hemp in his busy fist.
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.
Only as wide as the door was wide;
A frame as tall, or little more,
Than the capping sill of the courthouse door.