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59 Bombing Blues It takes a special pain to sing the blues. —RAYMOND R. PATTERSON, Elemental Blues I think there is a massacre going on. Yes, I think there is a massacre going on. Small puffs of smoke are veiling the bombers’ harm you’ve done. You can’t hear any screaming or any human cry You can’t hear any curse or prayer. Your plane is up too high. The terror you’re inspiring will haunt you by and by. Will shame you by and by. And we are up there with you bought your speed and place among the mighty minions of violence and disgrace. Bought your fiery station in violence and disgrace. Young people blow themselves up to make their bodies speak. Break up into ruddy sparks to let their bodies speak. They heard that right is mighty, saw earth inherit the meek. 60 Pray to the spirit of Gandhi, of Martin Luther King. May all the gods of Mercy steady each heart to sing of justice, peace, and wisdom laboring faith can bring. Justice, peace, and wisdom common love can bring. ...

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