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Title

you shoot at yourself, america
Date

1968
People

Artist: Corita Kent (Sister Mary Corita), American 1918 - 1986
Classification

Prints
Credit Line

Harvard Art Museums/Fogg Museum, Margaret Fisher Fund, 2008.186
Copyright

© Courtesy of the Corita Art Center, Immaculate Heart Community, Los Angeles / Artists Rights Society (ARS), New York

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Title

you shoot at yourself, america

People

Artist: Corita Kent (Sister Mary Corita), American 1918 - 1986

Date

1968

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Prints

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Amazon

Freedom
Liberty
where
bullets
shame
to
the
Grows of Liberty
color
of
unfettered
are
Freedom to Kill
where is it hiding, the shame
The
Statue
The color of the Statue
slaves
it
loving freedom bullets
Grows
There are many unfettered
As
yourself
kill
many
shoot
at
yourself,
loving
were
deathly
You kill yourself
You shoot at yourself, America.
hiding,
more
of the
freedom
is
There
America.
You
The slaves are within the slaves
As were runawav Neero?
can
within
runawav
Kill
pale
Neero?
As, ever more deathly pale
As,
ever

Google

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