[00:20.53]In a letter to every president, congressman, career politician,
[00:25.40]Scrawled in spite across the envelope
[00:27.65]With all of our conviction.
[00:30.09]In only took a few hours for his peers
[00:32.65]To find him guilty in a trail too fair,
[00:35.19]A wobblie, immigrant worker has no place among the living.
[00:40.16]My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce.
[00:48.23]Murdered by the capitalist,
[00:50.23]November 1915 be careful of what you wish.
[00:53.17]Who is wrong and who is righteous?
[00:54.73]
[00:57.74]What was stolen from us we will replace,
[01:00.43]Off with the head on the body we feast,
[01:02.99]Who is wrong and who is righteous,
[01:05.31]Will never be our own decision.
[01:19.62]
[01:28.31]He yelled fire to the squad with guns, they stopped his heart from beating.
[01:33.02]Every word he wrote, he spoke, he sung, we are still singing:
[01:38.04]“My body if I could choose to ashes it reduce,
[01:42.84]And let the breezes blow my dust to where some flowers grow.
[01:47.59]Perhaps some fading flower then would come to life and bloom again.
[01:52.71]
[02:27.60]If the workers take a notion,
[02:30.35]They can stop all speeding trains,
[02:33.35]Every ship upon the ocean.
[02:36.15]They can tie with mighty chains
[02:39.08]Every wheel in the creation,
[02:41.87]Every mine and every mill.
[02:44.79]Fleets and armies of all nations
[02:47.29]Will at our command stand still.