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Only a pawn in their game: Bob Dylan, 1964

A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers’ bloodA finger fired the trigger to his nameA handle hid out in the darkA hand set the sparkTwo eyes took the aimBehind a man’s brainBut he can’t be blamedHe’s … Continue reading

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