Freedom to Kill
O where is it hiding, the shame
The color of the Statue of Liber
Grows ever more deathly pale
As, loving freedom with bullets
You shoot at yourself, America.
of the natton,
As if it were a runaway Negro?
The slaves are within the slaves
There are many unfettered
You can kill yourself this way!
It is dangerous to go out
Into this hellish world,
But it is still more dangerous
To hide in the bushes
murderers.
They carry out their mob justice
Pogroms
And Raskolnikov wanders through
America
There is a smel on earth of a
Insane,
With a bloody ax.
universal
Dallas
It is frightful to live
And this fright is shameful.
Hey, Old Abe
What are people doing,
Understanding vilely only one
Who is going to believe hypocritical
when, behind facade of noble
The price of revolver lubricant
And the price of human life falls?
Murderers attend funerals dressed
That the greatness of a tree
Can be assessed only after it is
Lincoln basks in his marble chair,
Wounded
You promised to be the conscience
But, at the brink of bottomless
You are shooting not at King,
rises
They are shooting at him again!
What beasts
shame,
in mourning
And later become stockholders,
And, once again
Ears of grain filled with bullets
Wave in the fields of Texas.
But at your own conscience.
You are bombing Vietnam
The stars
In your flag,
America
Are like bullet holes.
And with this your own honor.
when a nation is going dangerously
It cannot be cured of its troubles
The eyes of murderers peer out
Arise from the dead
Bullet pierced Statue of Liberty,
Murdered so many times
And speak out like a woman and
alike from under hats and caps
The steps of murderers are heard
insane,
at all doorways
And a second of the Kennedys
America, save your children!
By hastily prescribed
mother
urn nuts, ight
Bombed in the night,
The children of other countries Perhaps the nly help is shume.
And their huts,
Burn in your fire
And curse the freedom to kill
But without wiping the splashes
You, Statue of Liberly, have
of blood from your forehead
History cannot be cleansed In
There are no such washing
Blood can never be washed away!
raised up
Your green, drowned woman's face.
Appealing to the heavens against
machines
Tust like your
Bill of Rights.
heing trodden under foot.
