Show u ft fr u fsr r u u u u u EUGENE DEBS r r by walt mason u u u riu u tir u i 0 in his prison cell he sits for his carnival of crime jailed tor for throw ing sundry alts at a nervous crucial time now the crucial time Is past and atwould make the angels weep that we hold him caged and fast sighing in his donjon keep poor eugene his heart Is good and his courage high and strong but his head has wheels of wood and they re always turning wrong and when the war was sweeping by sponsored by some tinhorn kings he reared up nine cubits high and reeled oft off some foolish things then the hearts of men were hot as we watched war s crimson tide and we all were talking rot but we took the proper side then the wheels in eugene s head backward turned as Is their wont and he pawed around and said s silly y things in language blunt and bo he a been in jail for years and it seems hell he 11 there remain while the beastly profiteers flourish on their crooked gain and gangsters run at large and the slayers shoot and stab and they are not placed in charge ot of the prison grim and drab and the swindlers lers and the thieves raise their divers binds kinds of hell while poor eugene sits and grieves at the window of his cell in the bustle and the rush many errors must prevail but our uncle sam should blush that this man remain in jail |