Oh John Brown
Oh John Brown, John
Brown,
what evil wind
whispered through that wild mess of hair and beard?
What moved you through
the dark of Kansas night
to murder and to kill?
What comforted you
behind the barricades at Harper’s Ferry
as you waited for the
inevitable?
What led you to break
faith with Christian charity
and to embraces the
seductive myth of noble violence?
John Brown, Oh John
Brown,
your body may lie
molding in the grave
but your zealous
tradition marches on.
We’ll Christianize the
Philippines, and pacify Vietnam,
liberate Latin America
and democratize the Middle East
and we’ll wrap them all
in your bloodied martyrs flag.
No greater love has any
man than this
that he should take up
broadswords, rifles, and pikes against his enemies.
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