Show Just Folks EDGAR A. A GUEST WHERE TYRANTS Run Where tyrants rule the childr child w small Go hungry many a night to W bei And men are placed wall wallAnd T TAnd And shot to death for ion lome- lome thing said Spies carry tales of one and ad aD j And fear is great and hope ii 5 dead Where tyrants win the power t to reign Theres There's never talk of wrong or right 1 j The churchs church's altars stand slant j In vain Banned are the honk boob shi which good men write I II I Whatever tyrants want to 10 gain galaJ They take by force of ot dy dya mite The breadline marks a sway The ghastly look that fear Ma Stamps peoples people's faces u clay No one in peace and RIll dwells i Wives see their husband t ten away tf And thrown in filthy pta cells I In tyrant lands there theres Bill lii mirth Endless are misery and pa pals Women to grief are doomed donned iron birth 1 And boys as soldiers to t Ii Sl slain The sorriest nations of the e eAre cc td Are always those where ty tyrants rants reign Protected 1940 by the Geor Matthew Adams Service |