“There’s blood in the dust
Where the city’s heart beats
The children play games
That they take from the streets
How can you teach when you’ve so much to learn
May you turn
In your grave
New world.
There is hate in your eyes
I have seen it before
Planning destruction
Behind the locked door
Were you the coward who fired the last shot
May you rot
In your grave
New world.
There is death in the air
With the lights growing dim
As those who survive
Sing a desperate hymn
Pray that God grants you one final request
May you rest
In your grave
New world.”
(The Strawbs, 1972)
As I wake up today, these lyrics fill my soul.
One year ago today there was a march against violence to the steps of New Orleans’ City Hall demanding that something be done to reduce the levels of violence and murder in the City. After the rally promises were made, plans laid, and nothing happened even though our Public Officials still got paid. What can we do?
Storming the Bastille in order to directly confront these fuckmooks and demand a change peacefully, or just tear the place apart? I choose the latter. Violence to fight violence. If the City officials cannot do the jobs they are paid for, then they must fucking go away.
Sinn Fein