GEORGE JACKSON

I woke up this morning, there were tears in my bed
They killed a man I really loved, shot him through the head
Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down
Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

He wouldn't take shit from no one, he wouldn't bow down or kneel
The authorities, they hated him, cos he was just too real
Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down
Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

The prison guards they cursed him as they watched him from above
But they were frightened of his power, they were scared of his love
Lord, Lord, so they cut George Jackson down
Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

Sometimes I think this whole world is one big prison yard
Some of us are prisoners, some of us are guards
Lord, Lord, they cut George Jackson down
Lord, Lord, they laid him in the ground

- by Bob Dylan

And how many more have died, without a song, without a spoken word? They die in China every day, while it's business as usual.