Show J Just u S t F Folks 0 11 s By By Edgar A. A GUilt I ETERNAL THOUGHT He did no more than sing a song Against Against- what what seemed a vicious vicious' S wrong S Yet Yet when when the sweet refrain was Wa heard The minds of men were deeply stirred And ere ere the sun at dawn arose The tyrant faced a million foes Born to a manner mild and meek His was the voice that dared to speak Injustice S rules by force and might Massed guns may triumph over right right- But never yet has ha tyrant fought Successfully against a thought D Doomed omed was the tyrant from the day The minstrel sang his simple lay A bullets bullet's flight is quickly sped But dreams and thoughts live on to spread And once the right is voiced it finds Eternal life in countless s minds |