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In a G#5letter to every president, cG#/Congressman, career C#5politician,
ScrawG#5led in spite across the envelope
With G#/Call of our conviC#5ction.
In only toG#5ok a few hours for his peers
To fiG#/Cnd him guilty in a tC#5rail too fair,
A wG#5obblie, immigrant worker has noG#/C place among the livC#5ing.
?MD#5y body if I could choose to C#5ashes it reduce.â? G#5
N/C
Murdered by the capitalist,
November G#/C1915 be careC#5ful of what you wish.
Who is G#5wrong and who is righteouG#/Cs? C#5
What was sG#5tolen from us we will replace,
OG#/Cff with the head on the C#5body we feast,
WhG#5o is wrong and who is righteous,
G#/C - one strum
Will never be our own decision.
He yelled G#5fire to the squad with guns, they sG#/Ctopped his heart fromC#5 beating.
Every worG#5d he wrote, he spoke, he sungG#/C, we are still sC#5inging:
?My boD#5dy if I could choose to aC#5shes it reduce,
And leD#5t the breezes blow my dust tC#5o where some flowers grow.
PerD#5haps some fading flower then would cC#5ome to life and bloom again.
G#5A#5C5C#5
If the wG#5orkers take a nA#5otion,
They can stC5op all speeding tC#5rains,
Every G#5ship upon the oA#5cean.
They can C5tie with mighty cC#5hains
Every wG#5heel in the creA#5ation,
Every mC5ine and every mC#5ill.
Fleets and aG#5rmies of all nA#5ations
C5 C#5 - one strum
Will at our command stand (pause) still.
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