"IT'S OKAY TO CHANGE",said the Little Butterfly to the caterpillar. DUALITY rest in me:Always Growing and Decreasing.Freedom to Speak AFTER I Think; Conscious tension brings Creative release. It's a paradox to exist between the opinions of the conflicted. Seeing themselves as Complete&in others something's Miss-ng.Inside YOU caterpillar is a Butterfly born for SKY. You've been living too low,too long. Give up the crutch of gravity. It's time for YOU to FLY!
"HerStory in VerseStory" (Message4the Mess Age) Featured Single "WILD CHILD"
Thursday, February 16, 2012
History, no matter how ugly its TRUTH in FULL, still must be told TRUTHFULLY
The Death of Emmett TillBy Bob Dylan
'Twas down in Mississippi not so long ago,
When a young boy from Chicago town walked through a
This boy's fateful tragedy you should all remember well,
The color of his skin was black and his name was Emmett Till.
Some men they dragged him to a barn and there they beat him up.
They said they had a reason, but I disremember what.
They tortured him and did some things too evil to
There was screaming sounds inside the barn, there was
laughing sounds out on the street.
Then they rolled his body down a gulf amidst a blood-red rain
And they threw him in the waters wide to cease his
The reason that they killed him there, and I'm sure it
ain’t no lie,
He was a Black skin boy so he was born to die
And then to stop the United States of yelling for a trial,
Two brothers they confessed that they had killed poor
But on the jury there were men who helped the brothers
commit this awful crime,
And so this trial was a mockery, but nobody seemed to mind.
I saw the morning papers but I could not bear to see
The smiling brothers walkin' down the courthouse stairs.
For the jury found them innocent and the brothers they went free,
While Emmett's body still floats the foam of a Jim Crow southern sea.
If you can't speak out against this kind of thing, a crime
that's so unjust,
Your eyes are filled with dead men's dirt, your mind is
filled with dust.
Your arms and legs they must be in shackles and chains, and
your blood it must cease to flow,
For you let this human race fall down so God-awful low!
This song is just a reminder to remind your fellow man
That this kind of thing still lives today in that
ghost-robed Ku Klux Klan.
But if all us folks that thinks alike, if we gave all we
We could make this great land of ours a greater place to live.
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