BlueIris
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Mon Sep-28-09 03:22 PM
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The BlueIris Semi-Nightly Poetry Break, 9/28/09 |
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"I'm Not the Man"
It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time. He rules a crowded nation inside his mind.
He knows that night like his hand. He knows every move he made. Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card wont fade. 10:05 his truck pulled home. 10:05 he climbed his stair, about the time he was accused of being there.
But I'm not the man. He goes free as I wait on the row for the man to test the rope hell slip around my throat... And silence me.
On the day he was tried no witnesses testified. Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify. His own confession was a prosecutors prize, Made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies.
But I'm not the man. He goes free as the candle vigil glows, as they burn my clothes. As the crowd cries, hang him slow! and I feel my blood go cold, he goes free.
Call out the kkk, they're wild after me. And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal, Theyd love to serve me up my final meal. Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal? Who struck this devil's deal?
~Natalie Merchant
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Mon Sep-28-09 03:49 PM
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Tough, graphic, hard-hitting.
Wow.
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Mon Sep-28-09 03:55 PM
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2. Natalie and "10,000 Maniacs" performed this live for MTV in 1992. It's chilling. nt |
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