A Rap for a Real Revolutionary
Bad news she softly said
Chairman Fred is dead
What was his crime?
What did he do wrong?
Being ahead of his time
And fighting too strong
The wind blows harsh in Chicago
Wailing woe
For the secrets it does know
We just wanted to be free
And live decently
She says between tears
As she hangs low her head
This is the worst of our fears
Chairman Fred is dead
Revolutionaries in truth cannot die
The question will persist
Why?
I insist
That we carry on
Though like so many others
Chairman Fred is gone
I salute you sisters, I salute you brothers
Let us not give up the fight
For one day darkness will be vanquished by light
That is the hope that is the dream
That is the motive supreme
Countless sorrows my heart has bled
Our martyrs’ blood like rivers flow
Oceans of agony is the pain we know
Chairman Fred is dead
We too must be willing to give our lives
That is how the struggle survives
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