He saw his friend a hanging and his color was his crime
And the blood upon his jacket left a brand upon his mind
Chorus: too many martyrs and too many dead
Too many lies too many empty words were said
Too many times for too many angry men
Oh let it never be again
His name was medgar evers and he walked his road alone
Like emmett till and thousands more whose names well never know
They tried to burn his home and they beat him to the ground
But deep inside they both knew what it took to bring him down
*chorus*
The killer waited by his home hidden by the night
As evers stepped out from his car into the rifle sight
He slowly squeezed the trigger, the bullet left his side
It struck the heart of every man when evers fell and died.
*chorus*
And they laid him in his grave while the bugle sounded clear
Laid him in his grave when the victory was near
While we waited for the future for freedom through the land (*)
The country gained a killer and the country lost a man
Nullius in verba ആരുടേയും വാക്ക് വിശ്വസിക്കരുത്
ലാഭേച്ഛയില്ലാതെ പ്രവര്ത്തിക്കുന്ന ഒരു സ്വതന്ത്ര ജനകീയ മാധ്യമമാണ് നേരിടം. ഈ പ്രവര്ത്തനത്തില് താങ്കളുടെ സഹായവും ആവശ്യമുണ്ട്. അതിനാല് ഈ ജനകീയ മാധ്യമത്തിന്റെ നിലനില്പ്പ് ആഗ്രഹിക്കുന്ന താങ്കള് കഴിയുന്ന രീതിയില് പങ്കാളികളാവുക.
