R-E-V-O-L-U-T-I-O-N
R is for the righteousness of
our fight
E is for the evil that
permeates this place
V is for the victory on which
we set our sight
O is for the overwhelming
odds we face
L is for the love that we
show one another
U is for the undeniable force
we possess
T is for the talents we will
discover
I is for that ignorance that
we must address
O is for oppression the
foulest crime
N is for now, as now is the
time
True Love’s Call
I hear at night my true love call
I know not any more precious sound
The sweetest of angels sometimes fall
My beauty, my soul, my passion, my all
I look to you for in you I’m found
I hear at night my true love call
I beg of you a kiss if but small
Let me help you to where you are bound
The sweetest of angels sometimes fall
You are a dream so fondly I recall
I perceive a whisper I chase round and round
I hear at night my true love call
Heaven without you stands not so tall
The essence of love now walks the ground
The sweetest of angels sometimes fall
On the cross for water they gave you gall
Why have you forsaken me, the words resound
I hear at night my true love call
The sweetest of angels sometimes fall
Sylvia’s Garden
Before the sun rises in the end of winter’s death
With chilly hands and frigid breath
Working the soil with rake and hoe
Knowing come summer a blessing to grow
Carefully placing precious seed in pot
Each cherished child never forgot
Watered and watched until they sprout
Green little creatures coming out
Early spring, past the last frost
Praying to God not one to be lost
In the soil measured apart
With cautious hands and loving heart
Early morn to water with hose
Fulfilling expectations the garden grows
Repeating the watering in the eve
Love is doing what you believe
In summer heat a bounteous place
Smiles all over Sylvia’s face
Fresh lettuce and tomato to pick at will
Mother Earth sharing her thrill
Fall comes and we harvest more
Sharing with Trevor and Ron next door
Resting now as the labor is past
How the season has gone so fast!
Looking over the garden leaves in decay
I am confident of another day
Sylvia’s garden will reappear
As long as the Lord gives us another year
Memorial Day
Spring’s end Summer’s start
Weeping widow broken heart
Sales abound sales galore
The god of commerce
Is what he died for
Twenty percent off all
merchandise
That my friend is freedom’s
price
Four Men from the Hay Market
May 4, 1886: Haymarket Tragedy
Four men
Who defied unjust laws
Four men
Who fought for our cause
Four men
Condemned to die
The damning testimony
From witnesses being paid to lie
Four men
Hoods over their head
Four men
Soon to be dead
Four men
From the gallows an angry word
If your listen real hard
Their voices can be heard
Albert Parsons
August Spies
Adolph Fischer
George Engel
Four men like you and I
Truth be said
The rich men are glad they are dead
As is the state
Full of contempt and hate
But that truth I deny
George Engel
Adolph Fischer
August Spies
Albert Parsons
Four men
They are alive and well
Four men their story we tell
Four men
Slaughtered in an angry rage
Will live into every age
They are alive upon this page
The battle for a just Earth
The fight for what is right
No matter how we suffer or hurt
We won’t bow down to their might
I curse you cowards hiding behind a wall
I curse you cowards seeking to take it all
Your evil dreams and wicked schemes
Are not as powerful as it seems
For men will fight be they great or small
And we shall answer
To those four men who still call
This is the message that we hear
Resonating eternally clear
We are not slaves but forever free
And we have a right to live decently
Four men who fought for all men
Let the battle rage once again
What do we have to lose but our pain
And everything to gain
