December 1st, 2019

Duath

Carl Sandburg, 'Ossawatomie'

Ossawatomie

I don't know how he came,
shambling, dark, and strong.

He stood in the city and told men:
My people are fools, my people are young and strong, my people must learn, my people are terrible workers and fighters.
Always he kept on asking: Where did that blood come from?

They said: You for the fool killer, you for the booby hatch and a necktie party.

They hauled him into jail.
They sneered at him and spit on him,
And he wrecked their jails,
Singing, “God damn your jails,”
And when he was most in jail
Crummy among the crazy in the dark
Then he was most of all out of jail
Shambling, dark, and strong,
Always asking: Where did that blood come from?
They laid hands on him
And the fool killers had a laugh
And the necktie party was a go, by God.
They laid hands on him and he was a goner.
They hammered him to pieces and he stood up.
They buried him and he walked out of the grave, by God,
Asking again: Where did that blood come from?

By Carl Sandburg
Duath

Unknown, 'The WTO Song'

The Wto Song

Oh, the WTO, up to Seattle they did go.
They were somewhat naive and did not know
There were people in Seattle
That were girded up for battle.
They were out to get the WTO.

Well, the unions were in motion
by the blue Pacific ocean.
They were marching now on Pike,
or was it Pine?
They were out there having fun
in the bright Seattle sun.
They were thirty thousand strong and feeling fine.

WTO, how we hate to see you go.
Hey, thanks a lot, it's really been a gas.
Let us show you to the door,
And, by the way, there's one thing more.
WTO, kiss my ass!


Now, his honor Mayor Schell
Thought he'd died and gone to hell,
And he lost his Christmas spirit then and there.
And the King County Sheriff
Didn't care about no tariff.
And the turtles, they were flying
Through the air.

Bill Clinton as a guest in
That hotel they call the Westin.
He was wishing he was elsewhere more and more.
'Cause the teargas was a'poppin'
And he couldn't do his shoppin'
And the National Guard was standing
'Round the door.

Mrs. Albright fussed and fumed.
She was locked inside her room.
And Charlene Barchefsky muttered in the hall
'Cause the third-world delegations
From the disaffected nations
Didn't go for their agenda, not at all.

Now, folks on Puget Sound
Don't like getting kicked around.
And they fought back late at night
Up on the Hill.
And it wasn't long at all
'Till you could hear the mighty fall,
And the WTO had had its fill.

Now, if you come to this city,
You will find it's very pretty.
And you'll find the air so salty and so sweet.
And people still remember
Those fine days in late November
When democracy got spelled out in the street.

WTO, how we hate to see you go.
Hey, thanks a lot, it's really been a gas.
Let us show you to the door,
And, by the way, there's one thing more.
WTO, kiss my ass!


-Unknown

Seattle WTO protests, November 30, 1999