Subject: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Stringsinger Date: 16 Oct 07 - 12:43 PM I am looking for protest songs of the sixties, civil rights movement, vietnam pro and anti war songs, songs about the time of L.B.J., Thurgood Marshall, Rosa Parks etc. Songs titles would be good or if you have lyrics, that would be greatly appreciated. Even if these songs are well-known or obvious, I would appreciate their inclusion in title lists or lyrics. Thanks so much. Frank Hamilton |
Subject: Lyr Add: EVE OF DESTRUCTION (from Barry McGuire) From: Big Mick Date: 16 Oct 07 - 12:52 PM I guess we can start with the obvious ones. Eve of Destruction - Barry McGuire The eastern world, it is exploding Violence flarin', bullets loadin' You're old enough to kill, but not for votin' You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin' And even the Jordan River has bodies floatin' But you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction. Don't you understand what I'm tryin' to say Can't you feel the fears I'm feelin' today? If the button is pushed, there's no runnin' away There'll be no one to save, with the world in a grave [Take a look around ya boy, it's bound to scare ya boy] And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction. Yeah, my blood's so mad feels like coagulatin' I'm sitting here just contemplatin' I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation. Handful of senators don't pass legislation And marches alone can't bring integration When human respect is disintegratin' This whole crazy world is just too frustratin' And you tell me Over and over and over again, my friend Ah, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction. Think of all the hate there is in Red China Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama You may leave here for 4 days in space But when you return, it's the same old place The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace Hate your next-door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace And… tell me over and over and over and over again, my friend You don't believe We're on the eve Of destruction Mm, no no, you don't believe We're on the eve of destruction. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Rog Peek Date: 16 Oct 07 - 12:53 PM You should find some here:- Phil Ochs' lyrics Rog |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Big Mick Date: 16 Oct 07 - 12:55 PM Country Joe McDonalds I Feel Like I'm Fixin' To Die Rag HERE is his page on it. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: GUEST,maire aine Date: 16 Oct 07 - 12:55 PM Try searching for @protest in the digital tradition, also @union Maryanne |
Subject: Lyr Add: MASTERS OF WAR (Bob Dylan) From: Jean(eanjay) Date: 16 Oct 07 - 01:00 PM Masters of War Come you masters of war You that build the big guns You that build the death planes You that build all the bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain You fasten all the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch While the death count gets higher Then you hide in your mansion While the young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand o'er your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Amos Date: 16 Oct 07 - 01:04 PM The standards -- "We Shall Not Be Moved", "Study War No More" and "Last Night I had the Strangest Dream" were in wide circulation at the time though they were coined earlier. "One, Two Three--What Are We Fightin' For" was very much in evidence by 1968-9. "Universal Soldier" and "I ain't A-Marchin' Any More" likewise spring to mind. Likewise "Ye Masters of War". A |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Jean(eanjay) Date: 16 Oct 07 - 02:40 PM With God on Our Side Blowing in the Wind Where have all the flowers gone |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Newport Boy Date: 16 Oct 07 - 03:21 PM From the civil rights movement, Guy & Candy Carawan's book "Freedom is a Constant Struggle" (Oak Publications, 1968) contains about 60 songs from the period from 1963. Their 1963 book "We Shall Overcome" has a lot of the earlier songs. Tom Paxton's songs from the 60's include: The Thresher Disaster The Great American Dream When Morning Breaks I read it in 'The Daily News' There was a Time The Willing Conscript The Dogs of Alabama Strange Rain A Rumbling in the Land Others that come to mind from the UK include: All the Way with LBJ - Tony McCarthy 1966 Death Come Easy - Harvey Andrews H-Bomb's Thunder The Ballad of Jimmy Wilson - McColl/Seeger That's a few to be going on with. A lot of the songs sung in the various protest movements of the 60's had earlier origins - sometimes just a tweak of the words, sometimes a full rewrite. Phil |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Peace Date: 16 Oct 07 - 04:06 PM They gotta be by famous people? |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: GUEST,Bob Coltman Date: 16 Oct 07 - 04:10 PM And, of course, the repertoire of Pete Seeger is full of gems. Just a few that come to mind: Waist Deep in the Big Muddy Where Have All the Flowers Gone Die Gedanken Sind Frei Turn! Turn! Turn! Bring Them Home Last Train to Nuremberg And though it's a Christmas song, "Burgundian Carol" seems to fit, too. And, for all times, Ed McCurdy's "Last Night I Had the Strangest Dream," which gets my vote for the best peace / antiwar song of all time. And that just scratches the surface of Pete's (and the other songwriters' whose songs he sings) gifts to us all. Bob |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: curmudgeon Date: 16 Oct 07 - 04:18 PM I'm sure that the pages of Sing Out! are full, but unfortunately, my collection is not very accessable at present - Tom |
Subject: Lyr Add: LET'S LAY DOWN OUR DRUMS From: Peace Date: 16 Oct 07 - 04:29 PM The following song was written in 1967. It will most probably (95% probability) be released by another singer in the next few months. Funny that a song 40 years old may still apply to some situations. "Let's Lay Down Our Drums" The truth's gotten lost it's been Strangled and tossed by the noise and Confusion of battle that's Left it so rattled it's Poison The future must think that barbarians come Let's lay down our drums Soldiers mark time to the Criminal mind when they Pass by Our governors smile 'cause The Nuremberg Trials never Ask why Our homicide police can't convict anyone Let's lay down our drums BRIDGE It's useless political talk That's kept everybody strung It's evident both sides should stop They already deserve to be hung Let's lay down our drums Fools get upset without Thought they forget about Reason So the human who marches is Slandered by charges of Treason You know songs of this kind should not need to be sung Let's lay down our drums Let's lay down our drums |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: PoppaGator Date: 16 Oct 07 - 04:31 PM There's a distinction between songs that were customarily sung en masse at protest rallies, such as "We Shall Overcome," and topical songs generally presented in performance but not really suited for group singing, like "The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll." (Who would be expected to know all the words?) The most popular of the picket-line sing-alongs have already been mentioned. But we've only scratched the surface in listing some of the many "topical" and "protest" songs that crowds would listen to without necessarily singing along. Unless, of course, Pete Seeger were the performer, in which case he'd teach us all the chorus and make damn sure that everyone was participating before the song came to an end. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Beer Date: 16 Oct 07 - 04:47 PM Good one Peace. Beer (adrien) |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Dave Sutherland Date: 16 Oct 07 - 04:53 PM Since Ewan MacColl is the current topic of discussion how about:- The Fields of Vietnam Brother Did You Weep? LBJ Looks After Me Song Of Choice Ballad of Accounting |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Richard Bridge Date: 16 Oct 07 - 05:25 PM The fantastic "Anthem of the Rainbow". Glorious song and Odetta's recording really doesn't do it justice. I have posted it here and no-one seems to know of anyother songs by the writers. And of course "So Long". What have they done to the Rain. Come Away Melinda. Walk me out in the Morning Dew. The Cat came back. I still do all of these (even though they are not folk songs). I even do a version of Gordon Lightfoot's "Boss Man". |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: McGrath of Harlow Date: 16 Oct 07 - 05:41 PM The Crow on the Cradle, by Sydney Carter "The Sun is Burning in the Sky" by Ian Campbell - it's in the DT, but this link is to a DT mirror which has the tune written down as well. Worth noting that there are a number of links that come up through Google that wrongly ascribe this one to Simon and Garfunkel. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Cool Beans Date: 16 Oct 07 - 06:20 PM "The John Birch Society," sung by the Chad Mitchell Trio "When Mama Parks Sat Down, The Whole World Stood Up" Did someone already mention "Lyndon Johnson Told the Nation" (Tom Paxton)? |
Subject: Lyr Add: MARY YOU ARE MY FRIEND From: bobad Date: 16 Oct 07 - 07:48 PM This song was written by the same obscure, not famous songwriter who wrote the song that Peace posted. Mary, You Are My Friend step down the air raid siren says don't walk in the rain it's true they fought their battles where the graveyard remains but now machine guns testify that Hitler's back again Washington, you know his footsteps what he's done is change his name and perhaps go more insane Mother Mary have forgiveness the church has got you taking sides your son was killed for silver it's the same when soldiers die but I refuse to sell myself into illicit enterprise genocidal quisling governments sanction more with killer's pride reward's just murder undisguised traitors govern us they're inventing lies to hide their vicious smiles from holy Mary representing every virgin with a child |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Peace Date: 16 Oct 07 - 10:34 PM Bobad: You got the words? Cool. Now I do, too. Many thanks, buddy. "sanction war with killer's pride reward's just murder undisguised" s/b 'sanction war with killer's pride war's just murder undisguised' |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Rowan Date: 16 Oct 07 - 11:09 PM Don Henderson wrote some goodies; I'll check out the words at home tonight. Many of the ones popular in Oz at the time were transplants from the USA but there were some with origins south of the equator. The best known one, "only 19" from Redgum, dates from after the 60s though. Cheers, Rowan |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: GUEST,Gerry Date: 16 Oct 07 - 11:35 PM Tom Lehrer's album, That Was The Year That Was, was pretty much entirely topical songs. The (Chad) Mitchell Trio did a few songs not yet listed in this thread; Barry's Boys, The I Was Not A Nazi Polka, The Ecumenical March, one about Lurleen Wallace (It's great that you're governor, Lurleen...), Which Hat Shall I Wear, a parody version of The Twelve Days Of Christmas, and many more. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Bat Goddess Date: 17 Oct 07 - 07:40 AM There was an "answer" song to "Eve of Destruction" called "Dawn of Correction" -- I have both on 45 somewhere in this very room I'm typing in. (But that's worse than if they were in a storage unit somewhere. Sigh.) Linn |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: John Hardly Date: 17 Oct 07 - 07:53 AM Well, it's a folk music site, but one of the most widely heard protest songs of the whole era was "War" as sung by Edwin Starr. And the most sadly ignored was this gem. Stevie Wonder had a few -- "Front Line" where he says, "They had me standing on the front line, now I stand at the back of the line when it comes to getting ahead." and "Living For The City" where he decries that the government won't give enough money to people of the inner city. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: Richard Bridge Date: 17 Oct 07 - 08:37 AM Yes, the Staple Singers were great. I played that to death. Shame about the re-recordings of that song! |
Subject: Lyr Add: KEEPER OF THE CASTLE (from Four Tops) From: John Hardly Date: 17 Oct 07 - 08:50 AM This was kind of a response to protest. Very much in the same vein as "Respect Yourself". "Keeper Of The Castle" (As recorded by the Four Tops) DENNIS LAMBERT BRIAN POTTER Live it down There's a lot of us been pushed around Red, yellow, black, white and brown With a tear of their own Can't you see While you're pickin' on society That the leaves on your family tree Are callin' you to come home. You're the keeper of the castle So be a father to your children The provider of all their daily needs Like a sovereign lord protector Be their destiny's director And they'll do well to follow where you lead. In your head You don't believe what the good book said You're gonna strike out now instead 'Cause the world's been unkind Through thick and thin Whatever shape your heart is in You only have one next of kin Better keep 'em in mind. You're the keeper of the castle So be a good man to your lady The creator of the sunshine in her day 'Tend the garden that you seeded Be a friend when a friend is needed And you won't have to look the other way. |
Subject: Lyr Add: LYNDON JOHNSON TOLD THE NATION ^^^ From: Leadbelly Date: 17 Oct 07 - 04:12 PM Although it's well known here comes Tom's great song: Lyndon Johnson Told the Nation Words and Music by Tom Paxton I got a letter from L. B. J. It said this is your lucky day. It's time to put your khaki trousers on. Though it may seem very queer We've got no jobs to give you here So we are sending you to Viet Nam [Cho:] Lyndon Johnson told the nation, "Have no fear of escalation. I am trying everyone to please. Though it isn't really war, We're sending fifty thousand more, To help save Viet nam from Viet Namese." I jumped off the old troop ship, And sank in mud up to my hips. I cussed until the captain called me down. Never mind how hard it's raining, Think of all the ground we're gaining, Just don't take one step outside of town. [Cho:] Every night the local gentry, Sneak out past the sleeping sentry. They go to join the old VC. In their nightly little dramas, They put on their black pajamas, And come lobbing mortar shells at me. [Cho:] We go round in helicopters, Like a bunch of big grasshoppers, Searching for the Viet Cong in vain. They left a note that they had gone. They had to get down to Saigon, Their government positions to maintain. [Cho:] Well here I sit in this rice paddy, Wondering about Big Daddy, And I know that Lyndon loves me so. Yet how sadly I remember, Way back yonder in November, When he said I'd never have to go. [Cho:] Apparently this song has metamorphosed over time. Here are some of the alternative lyrics. I got a letter from L. B. J. It said this is your lucky day. Time to put your khaki trousers on. We've got a job for you to do: Dean Rusk has caught the Asian flu, And we are sending you to Viet Nam. We landed in some swampy hole, We went out on a night patrol. Just who was who was very hard to tell. With Martha Raye and thirteen mayors, Half of Congress and six ball players, And Ronald Reagan yelling, "Give 'em hell!" ^^^ |
Subject: Lyr Add: HELLO VIETNAM (Tom T. Hall) From: GUEST,Mike B. Date: 17 Oct 07 - 07:43 PM "The Universal Soldier" by Buffy Sainte-Marie "Handsome Johnny" by Richie Havens and Lou Gossett "Saigon Bride" by Nina Duscheck and Joan Baez "The Fiddle and the Drum" by Joni Mitchell The original poster mentioned pro-Vietnam war songs as well, so here goes: Hello Vietnam (Tom T. Hall) America has heard the bugle call, And you know it involves us one and all. I don't suppose that war will ever end; There's fighting that will break us up again. Chorus: Goodbye my darling, hello Vietnam; A hill to take, a battle to be won. Kiss me goodbye and write me while I'm gone. Goodbye my sweetheart, hello Vietnam. A ship is waiting for us at the dock. America has trouble to be stopped. We must save freedom in that foreign land, Or freedom will start slipping through our hands. (Chorus) I hope and pray someday the world will learn That fires we don't put out will bigger burn. We must save freedom now at any cost, Or someday our own freedom will be lost.) |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: GUEST,Tinker in Chicago Date: 18 Oct 07 - 12:08 AM For civil rights songs, consider Tom Paxton's "Goodman, Schwerner and Chaney", or some that Judy Collins recorded like "It Isn't Nice", "Carry It On" and "In the Heat of the Summer". Related to the civil rights movement but not exactly a protest song was Janis Ian's "Society's Child." And did someone already mention Paul Simon's "He Was My Brother"? In my opinion, one powerful anti-war song was recorded once and not heard of again. Joe Frazier of the (Chad) Mitchell Trio did it, called "Business Goes On As Usual." It deserved a wider audience. For general, all-purpose protest purposes, Bob Dylan"s "The Times They Are A-Changin'" covers a lot of topics, including the civil rights struggle (the reference to standing in the doorway). |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: GUEST Date: 18 Oct 07 - 03:57 AM Obvious and well known - but not yet suggested:
Letter From LBJby Tom Paxton
In the Mudcat Digital Tradition at:
Tune is found at a DT mirror website:
Draft Dodger's RagBy Phil Ochs
In the Mudcat Digital Tradition
Chords found at:
Sincerely,
The season is closing....time is becoming available...These are simple....will try to add tunes to the DT. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: GUEST,Barnacle (at work) Date: 18 Oct 07 - 06:04 AM My favourite Vietnam song is Allan Taylor's "The Morning lies Heavy". |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE MORNING LIES HEAVY ON ME (A Taylor) From: Peace Date: 18 Oct 07 - 09:51 AM "The Morning Lies Heavy on Me" by Allan Taylor The morning lies heavy on my father I couldn't find the time to fall asleep And I couldn't stop from thinking, all the deeper 'Cause the morning lies heavy on me They said I didn't have to be there 'till tomorrow And there's friends of mine I've really got to see But it's not goodbye and only soon to follow And the moning lies heavy on me Tell me, who's the one who fights until he's broken Is it the man to in judgement on you all I wouldn't care if it were their lives they were taking But they don't listen or even answer to the call And tomorrow I will be flying from the mainland And joining in a new company And some of us will never see our homeland And the morning lies heavy on me And what's left for decent people to believe in It's not a question of to be or not to be And what's the point, it's only us that we're deceiving And the morning lies heavy on me Tell me who's the one who fights until he's broken Is it the man to sit in judgement on you all I wouldn't care if it were their lives they were taking But they don't listen or even answer to the call The morning lies heavy on my father I couldn't find the time to fall asleep And I couldn't stop from thinking all the deeper 'Cause the morning lies heavy on me from www.barbaradickson.net/lyrics_morning_lies_heavy_offici.html |
Subject: Lyr Add: THE SUN IS BURNING (Ian Campbell) From: GUEST,guest Date: 19 Oct 07 - 05:36 AM THE SUN IS BURNING Written by Ian Campbell As recorded by the Ian Campbell Folk Group The sun is burning in the sky. Strands of cloud are slowly drifting by. In the park the dreamy bees Are droning in the flowers among the trees, And the sun burns in the sky. Now the sun is in the west. Little kids lie down to take their rest, And the couples in the park Are holding hands and waiting for the dark, And the sun is in the west. Now the sun is sinking low. Children playing know it's time to go. High above a spot appears, A little blossom blooms and then draws near, And the sun is sinking low. Now the sun has come to earth Shrouded in a mushroom cloud of death. Death comes in a blinding flash Of hellish heat, and leaves a smear of ash, And the sun has come to earth. Now the sun has disappeared. All is darkness, anger, pain and fear. Twisted sightless wrecks of men Go groping on their knees and cry in pain, And the sun has disappeared. |
Subject: Lyr Add: MY SON JOHN (Tom Paxton) From: theleveller Date: 19 Oct 07 - 05:49 AM One of the most moving that I can remember is this: My Son John Words and Music by Tom Paxton My son, John, was a good boy, and good to me. When we had hard times, well, he stood by me. We were in work and out of work and on the go. If he had complaints, I never heard of one. He would pitch in and help me like a full grown man. My son, John. John, my son. My son, John, went to college and he made his way. Had to earn every penny, but he paid his way. He worked summers and holidays and through the year, And it was no easy struggle that he won. But he laughed at the ones who thought he had it hard. My son, John. John, my son. My son, John, got his uniform and went away. With a band playing marches, he was sent away. And he wrote me a letter, when he had the time. He was loosing his buddies one by one. And I prayed, and tried not to read between the lines. My son, John. John, my son. My son, John, came home yesterday; he's here to stay. Not a word, to his father, have I heard him say. He seems glad to be home, but I can't be sure. When I ask him what he'd seen and done. He went up to his bedroom, and he closed the door. My son, John, John my son. He went up to his bedroom, and he closed the door. My son, John, John my son. |
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Protest Songs of the Sixties From: GUEST,Jim Carroll Date: 20 Oct 07 - 03:44 AM This was written for The Festival of Fools; a political 'Living Newspaper' performed at the end of the year from the mid-sixties in a pub theatre in London. The author of the song and the poem escapes me at the moment; Evan - Euan - something like that. They don't come any more powerful IMO. Jim Carroll Disc of sun in the belching smoke, Blazing huts where the children choke, Burning flesh and blackened blood Charred and blistered like smouldering wood Oh brother, oh brother, did you weep, Oh brother, oh brother can you sleep. Wall eyed moon in the wounded night Touching poisoned fields with blight, Showing a ditch were a dead girl lies Courted by ants and hungry flies. Oh brother, oh brother, did you weep, Oh brother, oh brother can you sleep. Scream of pain on the morning breeze; Thunder of bombs in a grove of trees Hymn of rubble and powdered stone, Mangled flesh and splintered bone. Oh brother, oh brother, did you weep, Oh brother, oh brother can you sleep. Programmed war, efficiency teams Punch cards fed to thinking machines, Computered death and the murder plan Total destruction of Viet Nam Oh brother, have they got no shame, Oh Jesus, they're killing in my name. Followed by part of the poem: Let us, for a moment, suspend Our Parliariment of Fools For the space of time that lies between The impulse and the act Of lifting glass to mouth, Or holding lighted match to cigarette, Briefly, that is, in the hope our ears Will catch the dry weeping of the dead Each year there are many dead. The annual harvest of lives Which have passed from seedling state Through growth to flowering, From thence to the bearing of fruit And then to dry, narcessant autumn – The natural dead, And there are the others, those Who are prematurely trampled down, Or withered before flowers spring From the bud. It is they who weep; The awful silent weeping of the dead. That they had names is obvious, And it can be presumed that somone, Father, mother, husband, sweetheart, lover, Their closest kin, know them well And habitually addressed them by affectionate diminutives. To us, their names were strange And lay awkwardly on the tongue, So they remain anonymous – "Those people who were killed on August 9th When bombs fell on that town in Viet Nam What do they call it ?" Or the ones who died at Stanleyville In March, or was it April ? They died as ants die under the gardeners foot, Unnoticed. They screamed, moaned, shrieked, implored, Raved in delirium, wailed like infants, Wept or cursed………and died. Those nameless, prostrate men of The agency photographs, Anticipating with fierce, rolling eyes The lethal boots of Congo mercenaries; Or standing, garlanded with ropes, In pre-execution photos for men Skilled in the use of delicate equipment. From the newsprint they appear To look through us as if we don't exist, Knowing they are beyond succour, Expecting no manumission Of the sentence our silence has decreed. Do they see anything beyond the grass and trees ? Do they hear sounds other than those Made by the crickets and low-flying beetles ? All of which will still be there When they, the men, are gone. Do you ever wonder if their need for justice, Their beliefs in the ultimate decency of human relationships Survived those last few moments When the casual cruelty of their enemies Appeared to be the sole reality ? Anthropoligically speaking They were one, two halves Which made a whole. Both sides belonged.to homo sapiens; They walked upright, Had fashioned tools to work with, Developed elaborate languages With which they could communicate The most subtle nuances of thought. The executioners were, as the phrase goes, Civilised. Shakespeare, Homer, Dante, Bach, were theirs And Newton, Democritus, Planck and Heisenberg; They had domesticated plants and animals, Tamed rivers, plundered mountains, Irrigated barren places, Learned the secrets of flight from birds And explored the primeval constituents of matter. But when it came to the point, None of these things. Was nearly so significant As the sudden, downward thrust Of field boot on a naked skull. |
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